When I stepped into the small cramped apartment, she welcomed me with a giggle and said “you’re back!”. Just when I was about to crash onto the couch, she bluntly thrust me a fresh tomato. I looked at the tomato and looked at her. It was only for that second I felt I saw her again. Saw her peaking behind that childish smile and that fat body draped with loose clothing. I saw the mature and caring woman she was, whom use to cradle the infant me whenever I cried. For that second she was back. “Auntie” I whispered.