I was reading a book when I remembered my aunt and I, years and years ago.
I was a child, in my bed, and my aunt was near me, reading a story.
She lived with us because she was young and not married.
One day I made a little card, sketching her and I, my hand in her hand.
Suddenly I closed the book and started to look for it.
I found it after two hours among my school stuff.
After two days I went to the cemetery and found her at the same place.
She had been lying there for 16 years.
"Happy birthday aunt"