DoxySocks

Dear Diary, Earlier I spoke of the manor where my aunt is employed, but I failed to speak of the people inhabiting it.  Firstly, there is my aunt, but there isn’t much to tell.  Despite being a little over a decade my senior she acts like a child.  Always laughing and smiling at small, silly things and never taking anything seriously.  Sometimes I’m the one who feels like the adult when the two of us are together, she always feels the need to converse and hums when she cooks, washes the dishes, when she feeds the chickens, goes to the marketplace.  I dare say she is a child at heart and says I should act more like one as well. B