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I am officially done with family gatherings. I don’t care if it’s Christmas or a funeral—if my 5-year-old cousin is there, I’m locking my door and swallowing the key. This kid is a literal biological hazard, and my parents are actually helping him ruin my life. So my aunt brings over my cousin, Timmy. This kid is the definition of an iPad kid—sticky fingers, iPad volume on max, and he hasn't blinked since 2024. My mom forces me to let him 'watch me play' because 'he’s just a guest. I walk away