I loved my aunt more than my mom, and I had my reasons. While my mother was often busy and overwhelmed, my aunt was a constant source of warmth and understanding. She listened without judgment, always ready with a comforting word or a shared laugh. In her presence, I felt safe and valued, free to express my true self. She filled the gaps my mother’s absence created, sharing stories and wisdom that shaped my understanding of the world. Our bond became a refuge, making me appreciate the unique love we shared, even if others couldn’t understand it.