How that when I first came and lived with you, in the early morning when I was half awake, you used to tell me how beautiful and peaceful I looked when I slept. You don't know I know this.
How that we used to do stuff together, like when we went to that restaurant in Aix, there was to much garlic and the waitress was rude. We laughed about it.
When you used to show me stuff around here, monuments, museums, pretty lovely nice things.
How that its been a month since I've had one of your hugs, and I wish I could have one now.
I miss my aunty. The one I used to laugh with, do stuff with and love.
It makes me so sad. That we got to this point, because of me. Only now I'm scared its too late, and nothing else will be able to get done about it, because I was stupid selfish Lucy.
I've always loved you, your my aunty, whether or not you got on with my mummy. And then I came and lived here, began to enjoy spending time with you all, I know that you've invested in me,
I know how lucky I am.
but my head doesn't work here. and it is becoming more and more difficult to want to remember things.
Over&Out
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