Aunts Are Our Second Mothers
Some women uniquely characterize our life. Maybe they are not with us every day, but they have followed our birth, our growing up, howling us as if they brought us into this world.
We are not talking about mothers; we are talking about a third parent: her majesty the aunt.
Why are we so close to auntie and among the first words that we say are their names?
That amount of love is indescribable. But also the amount of weakness they feel for these small beings.
We shouldn’t throw away any lipstick and nail polish on the floor when our mother is here. Anything is all allowed at aunts.
She will even take out her favorite lipstick which she keeps for special occasions and just laughs when we spoil it. Aunts will let us do anything that parents don’t permit.
And when we are banned from chocolate, the aunt will take out the chocolate from her pocket, and it’s always our favorite chocolate in question. They will hide us behind their back saying it’s not our fault.
Fascinating are those women called AUNTS.
Sometimes they seem a little crazy when they hug us, love us and squeeze us like we are rubber bears. Later, we will be mad at her when she does this in front of that boy from the kindergarten in which we like.
And you know what: Aunt first finds out about that boy.
Aunt first finds out of everyone. Sometimes we are afraid of our parents’ reactions, so we run to her to tell her all about our love problems. When we go to high school, and when our heart gets broken for the first time, the aunt has the cure for that. Sometimes she just sits silently and listens, and sometimes the aunt tells stories for hours. I don’t know how, but that woman always knows what to say. She says exactly what we want to hear.
And then our aunt opens her wardrobe, and we steal her clothes, and all she says is “take what you want.”
Some aunts never get their kids, some never marry, but they always say they have a baby. And they do.
Some aunts will even sacrifice their luck and life just to protect a child. I know one like that.
After her sister died, she gave her nephew home and never left him alone.
That’s why the aunt is like a special parent to me. They don’t think about how much they have and how much they get in return, they just hug and give. And they are the best.
They cook the dishes we love. And when we tell them we’re coming, they just happen to have the cake we wanted. But when you ask them, it turns out to be quite accidentally.
But there is nothing accidental about these women.
Probably in a dictionary with the word “aunt” stands a description:
– an unselfish woman, made of love, brings gifts without any cause
Yes, aunt deserves a special place in our hearts.
