All families experience conflict. Whether it is between husbands and wives, parents and children, or siblings, it’s as normal as day turning into night. But unresolved conflict spreads like a cancer in human relationships, and sometimes there’s no cure. Despite everything, I still have some happy memories of us all together, tucked away inside the folds and creases that forced us apart. We weren’t always the us we are now. It’s Nana who I feel most sorry for. She’s made such an effort to create a lovely evening for everyone and, as usual, my family has found a way to ruin it.
