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Grecco D´Angelo Otto and Obbie were funny and so different from Lia that I couldn't help but stare at their interactions. Their banter was similar to what I had lived for a long time in my family: the banter, the little inside jokes, and the complicity of having siblings in your life. At first, I was pissed because I had no idea people were coming to deliver information, but then when I picked up my phone, I saw several messages from Arman and a couple of missed calls from him. It was clear that this little scare was entirely on me. After lunch, they said goodbye, and Lia gave them warm hugs. They were close, and you could tell they loved each other. They were raised to respect each other and to be unconditional to one another—just the way I was raised. But somehow, the fact that I am