...you wouldn't believe how we wow shit out...

I adore my aunt, like a second mother. My mother's sister Behi is absolutely my favorite relative in the world, my favorite person in the world.

Maybe it's the part of me that craves security and peace, or the little girl in me that wants to stay that way forever. Whatever it is I will never get tired of having my aunt call me "dokhmalam" (play on "dokhtaram" - my girl), or having her say how happy she was to have reached me before she says "bye bye joonie".