aunt_unhinged
unhinged
once
a
long
time
ago
i
was
sitting
in
front
of
the
door
waiting
for
it
to
open
and
it
never
opened
.
but
on
the
other
side
was
someone
that
resembled
me
in
almost
every
way
except
that
she
was
happy
.
and
i
waited
and
waited
for
the
door
to
open
all
by
itself
.
i
sat
in
the
corner
on
a
wooden
chair
with
a
woven
seat
.
hoping
that
if
i
sat
there
and
thought
about
happiness
enough
the
door
would
just
jump
open
and
i
would
climb
inside
the
person
that
i
resembled
except
that
she
was
happy
.
that
the
way
i
was
on
the
other
side
of
the
door
would
melt
into
this
stranger's
far
subconcious
like
heated
butter
or
collided
sweat
.
that
i
could
live
far
in
the
back
corners
of
her
happy
brain
,
observing
,
without
ever
interrupting
her
of
course
uninterrupted
joyful
life
.
and
then
one
day
a
baby
came
.
hidden
in
bushels
of
red
hair
, coaxed
out
of
her
warm
comfortable
watery
home
with
plenty
of
drugs
.
and
that
little
baby
opened
the
door
i
was
placidly
waiting
behind
.
i've
not
quite
melted
into
this
stranger
that
resembles
me
...i
think
i
have
interrupted
something
in
her
.
holding
babies
have
a
way
of
stopping
one's
heart
.
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...
unhinged
and
there
are
two
of
them
now
.
that
amazing
baby
that
melted
me
into
a
happy
version
of
myself
is
two
and
a
half
now
.
she
talks
;
she
TALKS
.
and
it's
the
most
adorable
thing
.
so
sweet
in
fact
that
it
brings
tears
to
my
eyes
. 'whatcha doin'
aunt
nicole
?
wanna
come
swimming
?' '
wanna
watch
thomas
aunt
nicole
?
wanna
watch
nemo
?'
i
remember
when
i
used
to
talk
with
god
about
drugs
.
now
i
talk
to
him
about
my
babies
.
i
feel
old
now
.
but
when
i'm
with
those
kids
,
i'm
filled
up
to
the
tears
with
happiness
.
i
don't
think
about
all
that
stupid
shit
that
makes
me
unhappy
.
but
then
i
have
to
be
away
from
them
.
and
that
makes
me
more
lonely
than
i've
ever
been
.
owen
is
himself
such
an
edibly
cute
baby
.
and
his
smile
knocks
me
on
my
ass
.
more
cuddly
than
arielle
was
too
;
such
an
adorable
smiley
sack
of
cuddly
potatoes
.
and
i
can't
wait
for
him
to
crawl
and
walk
and
talk
.
these
are
the
markers
of
my
life
now
.
i
carry
a
small
photo
album
around
with
me
now
and
show
them
off
.
i
physically
cannot
be
unhappy
when
i
am
with
my
kids
.
at
least
they
will
still
be
here
the
next
time
i
come
back
.
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