My parents had their own business. They developed it and built it up by themselves from the very beginning. Within a decade, everything turned out very well.
We got a nice, big apartment. Both of my parents had cars. Every six months we could go on vacation to a foreign resort.
I, my only daughter, was spoiled as much as we could.
My mother has a sister. As it happens, she has no family of her own. She often comes to our house, sometimes she tries to bring me up.
I get mad at her. I think sometimes I wish she was married and raised my children. My mother told me when I asked her about Aunt Varya, and she told me that she was married. But her husband died while serving under contract in the army. And auntie, loves him to this day and does not want to see anyone near her.
I felt sorry for her, but I never felt any love for her, until a certain time. My father also had a sister. She and her husband used to come and visit us. And I definitely liked this aunt more than my mother’s sister.
This aunt Lara, she taught me, when I was twelve years old, how to wear makeup to make boys like me. I liked it a lot. And Aunt Lara herself, I liked her. She was always so well-groomed and elegant.
But her husband was the complete opposite of her. Quiet and modest. She’d string him along and mold him into anything she wanted. And he obeyed her. By the way, Aunt Lara and Aunt Varya didn’t like each other. Varya always told her mother:
“Be careful with her. She’s a sly one and not natural. And she teaches your little one something.”
Maybe she was right. She really was. As time went on, I began to understand it. Aunt Varya, on the contrary, staying often alone with me, tried to instill in me a love of home comfort, cleanliness and healthy food prepared by myself.
One day grief came to our family. My dear daddy had a car accident and left us. Both my mom and I felt our loss very strongly.
At that time, I was already fourteen years old. Mom, suffered a lot and became depressed. Aunt Varya was practically always at our house. Trying to shake up and bring my mother back to life.
At the same time, she made sure that I did well in school, and watched the order of the house. Aunt Lara, after my father was gone, visited us less often. And when it was time to split the inheritance, she suddenly showed up. She turned all my father’s relatives against us, and they all wanted to take part in the division.
So my father’s sister was talking to my mother about something, but Aunt Varya heard her talking and simply drove her out of the house. As she was leaving, she shouted all kinds of hurtful words in our direction. It was so weird for me. And Aunt Varya told me that Larochka, my “favorite” aunt, wants to take everything away from us.
She wants to become co-founder of my parents’ business, and wants to take away a part of our apartment. And my mother, under her pressure, almost signed all the papers slipped Lara. Just in time, Varya intervened. I took a new look at my own aunts. My opinion had changed dramatically.
Now, Mom had come to her senses, decided that it was necessary to move on. My father’s relatives didn’t show up. And Varya began to help her mother in running the business.
