Who am I?

The question an Indian never wants to hear
"Do you remember me, my dear?
I last saw you when you were 2 feet high
You sure have grown tall, my, oh my".

And if, you try your best to fake it
Don't be under the illusion that you will make it.
For the devil (or is it God) is in the details, y'know
And the ordeal gets dragged out for half an hour more.

You will be asked to recite the relationship
And over those details, you will definitely trip
For if you climb up one family tree, you will clamber down the other
Probably find out that they're your parent's sister-in-law's husband's grandmother

For crying out loud, that was ages ago
Back in the days of Barbies and Lego
I have barely any memories of my parents from then
So you, infrequently seen relatives, are beyond my ken.

But instead of saying that, you mechanically nod
And flash a fake smile while you trace the family bond
Till a couple of decades later, you will, to your horror, hear
Yourself saying  "Do you remember me, my dear?"

Liff As I Know It!