I have always thought I was the oldest of three children. I prided myself on being the big sister and always helping to raise my younger sister and brother. In the summer time I would always fly to Denver to see my favorite Aunt. Sometimes all of us siblings would go, sometimes just me. I loved the time I spent with her and I fondly remember her being an important part of my life. She was my family, my favorite Aunt. One day my perception of my Aunt changed. …
