my aunt passed away today.
I never go to know her, and somehow that makes it worse.
she gave me this hand-made doll when I was born. There's a note, saying that I would grow up to look like her.
I took it as a compliment.
Still do.
She wears a bonnet, carries a basket of strawberries.
She is a relic from another era.
... I wish my aunt and I had talked together.
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