This word for word sounds like me and my cousin. My phuppo’s daughter could do NO wrong even though she was an evil b*tch, while I did everything wrong apparently. The only difference between your story and mine is that I no longer speak to my cousin. When my dadi died, yes I cried but it was just because of seeing the sadness around, my cousin, on the other hand, tried to throw herself into the grave to be with her.