Aunt Pat

I love Aunt Pat! I always have! I met her when I was 16 years old. She is actually my daughter’s father’s aunt, his mother’s sister. She loved me from the start, and it always made me feel so good. She treated me kindly. My phone just rang, and I knew it was her, because of the city showing up on my phone. Her husband recently died. She called to make sure I knew. Then, she said, the main reason I called was because I wanted to hear your voice. Do you know how good that made my heart feel? Love is such a powerful thing!


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