My relatives were all older, too. My parents were in their forties when they had me. My cousins were adults when I was born. (First cousins, anyway).
I just don’t understand how someone would get pleasure from making a child cry-—least of all family! How awful, TOL. That kind of treatment during childhood is very hard to shake off and outgrow.
So, so mean.
It has been 60 years since then, and they are all gone except my oldest sister, who is 80.
I am doing a bit better now. ;-) Life with Bryan and the kitties is good.