My Sainted Aunt

The phone rings....
some picks it up....
Some mumbling...then...."Akki!!! Its for you!"
Oh no...NO!!!! No,no,no. Now what am I going to do??? "

Yes it is a call from my aunt.I'm not panicking because she's like the wicked witch of the west. (she's not) She's really nice. Very caring. Of all my relatives (other that Aunt B), she really cares about me. My success is her joy. Then? What's all the fuss about?
Let me introduce you to a special person in my life.....

She is my dad's oldest sis; thus typical of any older sibling (in this case the oldest of seven), very caring, very hardworking, very demanding and very (VERY) bossy.

She made me to go for sewing classes with her(convinced me that it would come useful when I came to Adelaide). Made me walk with her to a sewing exhibition, gave me a job as a teacher then would call up to find out nearly EVERYDAY to find out how it was going. She would exaggerate about my accomplishments much to my embarrassment to all my other relatives, and friends. I helped her pack her things when she moved out of her 17(or maybe more?)th house. Heard her political views as she shared them wit the three wheel drivers, agreeing to whatever she said.
I LISTENED to everything she said.

I hated the sewing class. Tried my best to skip as many classes as possible. Once i even faked illness so that i could leave early. I had everyone in the class (including my aunt) concerned. the teacher (bless her...she was really nice), felt my forehead and thought I had a slight temperature. I put on this tired voice and my darling (she really was) aunt gave me some medicine and sent me home.

Another time I remember I was in the trishaw with her. She had stopped to go to the veggie shop. She was on a diet. She came back with sweet potatoes (i did my best NOT to laugh). Sweet potato diet??? Never heard of it.

She would call me up to tell me about her day and to give me tonnes of advice. And she repeats everything. THRICE or more. Drove me nuts.

But...
she would always buy me food. She always cared about my health, my studies, how i was coping with my teaching career. She defended me. She truly wanted the best for me. The ONLY relative to give my sis and me presents for Christmas, every year.
I once ed slammed the car door on her fingers. By accident. She never scolded me.

I could write an entire book on my aunt. It might become a bestseller. And I could win the Nobel peace prize (its again to do with her...but I'm not telling you).

I just put this post up because i appreciate her. She's really annoying. But I'm grateful for her.
I just thank God I'm in Aussie...that's all. Far away from her. Making her proud. Now she will have something more to talk about. LOL.
Lokuammi, God bless you. Thank you for being who you are.