Bianca.
"Oh my God, how have you been?" she asked as she slowly lifted her weak body forward in a heartfelt, tight hug which I reciprocated.
"It's been fifteen, …"
"Sixteen years, my dear," she completed, still holding that look of surprise on her face.
"You're all grown, my dear. I barely even recognized you," she chimed as she looked me from head to toe.
Aunty Beatrice had always been the same; tall, elegant, fair-skinned, piercing sea-green eyes and a matching body structure to suit her shape.
She had been a close ally to Mum ever since I was a child, but after a long time, I stopped seeing her around and had no reason to ask, which was so unfair.
"Aunty, how are you?" I snapped out of my thoughts as I stared at her.
"All good," she replied, but then the somber expression on her face.
That's when I snapped back, staring between her and Sonia lying on the bed. My gaze demanded an answer, which she sensed.
"Aunty, what are….?"
