Wild to think that growing up, I always saw my aunt as the weird one (in a bad way) – super religious, makes a living hand-making and renting out costumes to theatres, writes and self-publishes poetry, paints strange things in a strange way (now I see Chagall in her works), constantly travelling to “uncool” places (that are now considered cool), and always in a good mood and up to something.

Now I often think she might be the only one in the family who got it right :)

Turns out the weird aunt was the main character all along. I hope she sees this 😂🫶🏽🫶🏽