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As I lay my eyes upon my aunt, my friend, my buddy, a wave of memories course through my veins. How sheʻd come for visits at Grandmaʻs and spoil us with goodies. How sheʻd build forts in Grandmaʻs living area, once almost burning the cottage down when a blanket caught fire because it was too close to the fireplace. How sheʻd check on us when we were training, take us to the mall for mani and pedi days and on and on. Now I look at her frail body in an induced coma and I just cannot see our lives without her. She is the cool aunt that lets you get away with stuff you canʻt get away with your parents.
A tear slowly slides down my cheek and I can feel itʻs singed heat across my cheeks. I am not sad, I am MAD! Mad that her mate would do that to her. When a mate is s
