An experience that changed me

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My aunt is a successful fashion designer and professor in Beijing. Just as most artists, she has a strange personality and temper in some ways. When I was still young, about five or six years old, she spent most her time studying in Hong Kong. Though she came back to China once a year and always bought me little presents from Hong Kong, I still felt unfamiliar with her and far away from her. My aunt finishing her studies in Hong Kong, came back to China in 2004, and lived in our house with her boyfriend for almost two years. My mom said that I was friendly and kind to everyone, except my aunt. We argued about trivial things such as shutting the door or turning off the lights. Things became better  after my aunt has her son. We didn’t quarrel over small matters that often, but I had to admit that I disagree with the way my aunt educated her son. She always tried to find excuses for her son’s behavior, which made him very naughty.

 

However, last Monday, I was in class when my friend sent me a message and said that there was possibly to be an earthquake in my home city at about 4 am. I was so worried that I phoned my parents immediately, but their cellphones had been turned off. I turned on my skype and found that my aunt was still on-line. I sent her a message, asked her to help me to wake up my parents as there might be an earthquake in Beijing. My aunt tried to comfort me and made a phone call to my home without hesitation. However, there was still no response at my home, though my aunt had made phone calls to my home continuously for about half an hour. I was even more anxious, thinking about what might have happened. My aunt comforted me again and

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again and said that she would keep on phoning my parents until somebody answered, even though it was already two am in Beijing. I was really thankful when I didn’t know what to do, but there was still someone, who tried her best to help me, and that person was my aunt, who I had always argued with. I said ‘thank you’ to her, but she said ‘Come on, I’m your aunt!’

My aunt didn’t go to bed until seven am when my dad finally got up and answered the phone. I was really thankful to what she had done for me, but at the same time I felt guilty because of my previous attitude toward her.

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