"Bet you don't know the Latin name of the bee-eater."
There is a challenge in my brother-in-law's voice. My sister and I, both language experts, grin at each other. We are having a laugh, making up names for a bird we've never heard of. My nephews roll their eyes and the dog puts his head on my lap as I absently stroke his whiskers. My mother smiles at us all, indulgently.
Sunday lunch with family. It wears me out, and it's the best thing that ever happens to me.
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