My Cousin Sister 2020 May 2026

That notebook became our confessional. It holds the real story of 2020 for us: the anxiety, the hope, the stupid jokes, and the tear stains.

Late December, 2020

And suddenly, the world shrank to the size of our living rooms. my cousin sister 2020

By October, things started to ease. Curfews lifted. We could go for a walk. But something had shifted permanently. Riya wasn’t just “my cousin sister” anymore. That notebook became our confessional

“I guess you’re stuck with me,” she said, pushing a bowl of instant noodles toward me. By October, things started to ease

Then March 2020 happened.

We built a blanket fort in her room on a random Tuesday. We attempted to bake banana bread—it came out looking like a hockey puck, but we ate it anyway, laughing until our stomachs hurt. We downloaded eight different multiplayer games, got bored of seven, and became embarrassingly competitive at the eighth.