Aunt Yash

I called to talk to Mona, but Kayla picked up the phone, which meant Mona was exercising. Kayla and I talked for a bit, then Mona picked up the phone.

And then Kayla yelled, “Mom, Aunt Yash is on the phone.”

“Thanks, Kayla. I have the phone,” Mona responded from the other room.

“Bye, Aunt Yash. I love you,” my six-year-old niece said before hanging up the phone.

My heart skipped a few beats. There is nothing like hearing your niece or nephew saying, “I love you” to you. I love being an aunt.