I spent the past summer with a few relatives in Texas. Once I came back home to California, I moved in and rented a room at my aunt Ellie's home. My aunt Ellie is my mothers youngest sister.
Aunt Ellie was the typical cool aunt. During family parties she would sneak us all beer, give us money, even would offer us drugs on occasion. She was awesome.
Years passed and she met a guy at her job and soon got married. Kids came along right after.
The guy she married was a janitor that barely made ends meet to pay the bills let alone the rent. That's when I came in the picture.
Aunt Ellie came to me and asked if I can move in to their home and help them out with the rent. A week later I moved in to their spare room.
Living with aunt Ellie was going great. She would do my laundry, would cook for me through out the day. Me and aunt Ellie were growing fondly close to one another. Mainly due to the fact that her husband was never home so she had no one to talk to.