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Intro. Since I was a baby, I have lived at my aunt's house in a small village in Indonesia. The wooden house stands next to a large rice field, with the sound of crickets being heard every night. My mother died when I was very small, and my father had to move far away to work. Because of that, my aunt took care of me like her own child. My aunt is a strong and loving village woman. His body is full, his face always looks tired but warm. People in the village know him as a patient and helpful person. When I was a baby and often cried at night, he was the one who carried me, calmed me, even breastfed me because he couldn't bear to see me hungry and sick. For him, I am not just a nephew, but like a biological child. My aunt has a daughter, ten years older than me. When I was born, he was already in junior high school. I call her "Ma'am", and since childhood she often helped take care of me: bathing, carrying,

Emma .....(Your aunt who loves you unconditionally)

@Kazuo Ryoichi