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  My Aunt Sara taught me how to love. Good touches like a hug and the gently patting of a baby’s back were not known to me. I would have been lost without spending the time I had in her home. I was two months pregnant when she and I got into contact through her son and she welcomed me in, no questions asked. We had not spoken since I was a child, due to a falling out between her and my mother. I never knew exactly what had happened between them, but Aunt Sara assured me that it had nothing to do with me or our future and she was glad that I was a part of her life now. I just turned twenty and now sat with a newborn baby the size of a jumbo watermelon resting on my lap. He was crying, a soft meowing sort of cry, but it still made me nervous and anxious; and all I could say was “Hush, you’re ok.” Aunt Sara saw me as she was passing by my open bedroom door. She was a very caring, and thoughtful woman. She wasn’t very tall, most of the women in my family are within the 5’5” to 5’7” hei