My Aunt (short story) “Mister Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I've ever seen. Give him two lips like roses in clover. Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over” My aunt was a young woman, but tired. Always she listened music in the kitchen with a little cassette holder. I only remember her listen Mr. Sandman and crush a few garlics. I saw her next to principal door and I wanted get away from her, but I looked her so lonely and stayed there. She was glad to me with all your heart, but very quietly. She sang with a great and fabulous voice, your letters had soul. She was happy with the life, exactly the class of happiness than who somebody given up to death or somebody knows than you life will over. She smiled me and I saw a parting view. She smiled me as if to say"everything is fine, I will die happy" and I only saw her and would remember her in my head. –Do you remember that time when we saw a cadaver? –asked for my surprise. She looked weird, I think–. Never mind. –I guess… –I lied her. –You was a little boy –she given to me garlic mayonnaise, it was a wonderful thing. I still remember in my palate and instantly open up my hunger–. But that happened. You were so weird that time. I wanted to get away the man dead, but you didn't listen to me and wanted see it to the eyes and you said "I think he is alive". Do you know what I think now? –I denied with my head–. I think you are right. I think that man is alive.