Recently it struck me that for four generations now we always have the same combination of siblings on my mums side: one girl, two boys. I'd lie if I said that growing up with two brothers was always fun. Since the time we all count as grownups though I couldn't imagine my life without those two funny guys. We grew up to be best friends and very honest to each other. We take each other for serious, respect and listen to each other. In front of Otto and Daniel I never have to hold back anything - we all saw each other laughing, crying, heartbroken or ill at some point of time. No need to start hiding things now, right?
Von oben nach unten: Meine Urgroßmutter Irén mit ihren Brüdern Sándor und Gyula, meine Oma mit ihren Brüdern Endre und Gyula, meine Mutter mit ihren Brüdern Árpád und Karoly (ja, sie sind Zwillinge und ja, sie sehen immer noch gleich aus) und ich mit meinen Brüdern Otto und Daniel.
From top to bottom: My great grandmother Irén with her brothers Sándor and Gyula, my grandmother Klara with her brothers Endre und Gyula, my mom Klara with her brothers Árpád and Karl (yes, they are twins and yes, they still look the same) and me with my brothers Otto and Daniel.
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