I was fortunate enough to grow up with two families. From an early age, my parents befriended a family, the Bezuidenhouds, that lived two streets from us. Their daughter is the same age as my sister, so when we were still in primary school our parents became fast friends.
It was ritual to visit each other every weekend. The kids (there were 6 of us in total) would religiously watch Ten Things I Hate About You every time we were together. We would go away on vacations together. If my parents had to leave, they would take us in. They are my second mom and dad. The children are my siblings.
Fast forward 20 years, and three weddings later, and we are all grown up. Today we all (including the spouses)1 got together for a braai, and it is the first time in ages that all of us were together (except for all the weddings!) As the girl, Anli, pointed out: “it is just like old times, except now we are all drinking wine”.