I loved Aunty Joke, no, not loved, I still love her.
She is the best thing that happened to me. I don't think you'll understand if I don't explain better.
Aunty Joke was my mother, my father, my sister, and my brother, all in one.
Okay, let me start from the very beginning.
I was a few months old when Aunty Joke came to live with my family, this, I was told, of course, I was just an infant so I couldn't have known.
She helped mum take care of me and attend to my needs as a toddler. My mum said she was the best house help in the world, respectful, obedient, hardworking, honest, and reliable. These were the qualities that endeared her to my family.
Aunty Joke was always there for me especially when my parents were more interested in chasing their dreams and building their careers. I only saw mum and dad with sleepy eyes, when they returned from work at night. But then, they were too exhausted to spend time with me so Aunty Joke was the one who tucked me into bed.
By morning when Aunty Joke would prepare me for school, mum and dad were already on their way to work, to avoid traffic. She was the one who prepared my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, took me to school and brought me home after school, assisted with my assignments, school projects, and ensured that I lacked nothing.
As I grew older, I anticipated having a sibling, like other children in my school but this never happened and I later found out that though my parents wanted the same, it never was to be.
If you ask me, I think my parents didn't spare enough time to make this happen because it must have been a secondary goal for them since making money was the primary.
Aunty Joke was my only companion till I was 10. I cannot deny the fact that I had everything I needed, never did I lack anything because she made it a duty to always remind my parents of whatsoever would make me happy even if it meant shopping or buying the most expensive toy. I was a happy child, or so I thought until the night of my 10th birthday.
Mum and dad had an event that clashed with my birthday party so they handed everything over to Aunty Joke who, as usual, made sure my friends and I had the best time of our lives.
After everyone had left, I realized how lonely I was and cried so hard that after consoling me, my beloved Aunty invited me to spend the night with her in her bed.
She rocked me and pulled me close to her chest, wiping tears from my eyes and kissing every part of my face to make me feel better. She cuddled me and told me that she was always there for me, then she placed my head on her bosom as her hands caressed me.
I felt so warm and loved. She said I shouldn't cry about my mum's absence that I am not a baby that needs to suck breast but a big girl.
In her words, "Even if you want to suck breast, mine is here for you." Then she opened her nightgown to reveal her succulent 19-year-old breasts and pressed my head to it and I sucked on them.
I'm sure you are following the story. It is actually the tale of a Tweenage girl.
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