I was almost eighteen when Megan was born and ohhhhh how I was so happy she was a girl! She pretty much ruled the roost and lived a little life of bliss as the only granddaughter and niece for seven years...until one day in September of '95, when a new girl came to town. Ren.
Things were pretty dark for Megan those first few weeks and she even contemplated running away from home (at least as far as the outside storage building). None of us will ever forget her little seven-year-old self stomping into the living room, where we had all gathered to oooh and ahhh over the newest member of the family, and blurting out I've got my phone and some clean panties and I'm going to the building!!!
Well, despite their rocky beginning as cousins, they've grown pretty fond of each other over the years and Megan even asked Ren to stand with her as the maid of honor on her special day.