You led the way most of the trip, and I followed close behind. Not only was your enthusiasm contagious, but I got to see your figure from behind the w...ole way. The elegant movements of cross-country is beautiful to watch by anyone that has skills like yours. But I had the added pleasure of watching your heart shaped ass sway back and forth with each stride you take up the mountain. On the way up your hypnotizing gait gave me something to be distracted by and something to look forward to.As we. The understanding and relationship which we shared were much more than a normal mother and son. We shared a bond stronger than that. Well, this story is not about me and my mom. This story as the title suggests, is about me and my aunt.This incident took place just a couple of weeks ago. My mom had to go to Salem urgently as she got a call from my Dad. My grandmother was very sick and she was in need of intense care. My grandfather was very old to look after so my Dad asked my mom to pay them a. Vienna is a capital city but it's not a patch on Amsterdam or Madrid for nightlife. The house was quiet. Karl and Ulrika were doing homework, I hoped, and Frau Kurtz had her own sitting room where she watched endless soap operas. I went silently up the stairs to the third floor and opened the door of my room.As I was fumbling for the switch I noticed a thread of light under the door to the adjoining room. Odd, I thought. Unless Frau Kurtz had had a sudden urge to improve her English grammar. The teenagers didn't recognize his surname as it was his father's surname but they knew his mother's surname as her grandparents were still around and living in Constantinople's Lot. Charles's grandparents from his father's side of the family died a long time ago and his dad had been raised by his grandaunt.Some of the customers were his mom's old friends who came all the way to the shop just to welcome his mom back. As for how they knew she was back, was simple. Most of the townspeople.