When we got to high school, my parents began organizing quarterly family meetings. To our chagrin and in spite of our protests, we were expected to block off an entire Saturday once every three months just for these meetings. My parents would arrive at them with a glimmer in their eyes, excited to share their latest wisdom from leadership trainings they had undergone themselves. My three brothers and I would complain through it all, even when we were secretly appreciating what we learned.
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