Growing up with kin has both great parts and terrible, which, on the off chance that you have a kin, I unquestionably don’t need to let you know. They’re family, so they have your back, and you are (I think) legitimately required to adore them, however a ton of times they’re so irritating you wish they didn’t exist. You battle about everything, from the sustenance to the TV remote to who Mom cherishes best (me). In any case, it’s not all taking garments and giving noogies—now and then your kin can be your closest companion. Here and there.