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.

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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.
(source:http://elegantwordart2.blogspot.ca/2008/12/aunt.html)
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