I remember when we first met,

When her hand touched my face

When she smiled warmly at us around the dinner table

And when she seemed at peace

I remeber, too, how quickly it ended

When my mother closed the door and left for the night

When my father stepped out to smoke

When she scolded me for how I ate, for my teeth and my waist.

When she said my sister was had a better face.

How could of love my aunt who was disgusted by my ever move.

How I resent her so for her treatment towards me