My older brother and I once had an argument that lead to over a year of silence between us. Guess what came in to save the day? A family meeting. I was ambushed and given a sermon about the importance of family, love, and forgiveness. As usual, it lead to forced apologies, extended eye rolls, and side-eyes. However, the forced apologies reminded me that there's nowhere to run or hide. Because we're family, our paths will always cross, so the sooner we get over it –– the better. Shortly after the family meeting, we were taking strolls back down memory lane, sharing inside family jokes, and poking fun at one another. He is my brother, after all.