Grandma
One day, I don’t know what the fuck for, we had contact with my grandmother, my father’s mother, and without the old man as an intermediary. The lady has never been —or was— involved in our lives, neither mine nor my sister’s. I know her, like the rest of my father’s family, the way you know random trivia facts. Except for a few rare exceptions, like in the case of one of my father’s cousins —second cousin— someone we call a cousin and genuinely get along with, I truly have no idea what the rest of them are like.