My aunt always showered me with affection but she was always quick to say that as much as she loved me she loved her own son even more. I always thought it was unnecessary to say this but she did and quite often.
Ok decades later she still remembers me with intense affection but even though her son lives with her she is unaware of who he is.
She doesn't see me that often but when I do visit her she showers me with affection while asking over and over again who her son is. You tell her thats its her own son and she looks puzzled.
This is a tragedy that perplexes me.
Ok decades later she still remembers me with intense affection but even though her son lives with her she is unaware of who he is.
She doesn't see me that often but when I do visit her she showers me with affection while asking over and over again who her son is. You tell her thats its her own son and she looks puzzled.
This is a tragedy that perplexes me.
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