A letter to my Aunty and Uncle

First of all, I want to thank you for sharing your wealth and making sure we are looked after.

Thank you for teaching me how to iron, it’s a weird thing to thank you for but you taught me something I will always remember and have to do in my life.

Thank you for always being there whenever we need you, looking after us when we have had operations, visiting us when we have, travelling down to spend a Friday night with us, having a takeaway.

Thank you for buying us clothes, and trying to give us fashion sense, I know I didn’t adopt it but I know Amy and Lucy did.

Thank you for being the funniest Aunty ever, especially when drunk, whenever we are out in public and you’ve had a drink you will always laugh loudly, and it makes me realise I shouldn’t care if people are looking if I am having fun that is all that matters.

Thank you for showing us what it means to live your life, you go on fancy trips and take us places I never in a million years thought I would go, so thank you.

Thank you for showing me how to be drunk. I don’t think I have once seen you cry drunk Aunty Linda unless it was with laughter. You always get up and dance, you always smile and laugh, and this is after you have had two glasses.

Thank you, Uncle David, for giving us challenging political debates, we don’t agree on many things, but we talk and discuss it, sometimes.

Thank you for giving me my love of the supernatural Aunty Linda. You and mum got me into Charmed, and thank you for creating our own bedtime stories. You bought us these cute, bedazzled pink ballerina slippers, and whenever we wore them we thought we were magic. You created a world for us, a tree that was next to your old house, that was full with tint doors, each with a different world in them, and every night we were at yours we would visit a different door, from the fairy palace to the jellybean world and MoonMoss. Thank you for giving us our imagination.

Thank you for teaching us how not to park, I am joking, but thank you for taking us places, like the safari park and the maze.

Thank you for giving me one of my favourite memories, you were screaming in terror, but it was the funniest thing ever. We were on the chair swing at Alton Towers and safe to say you did not like it, one bit but you made me laugh like you always do.

Thank you for not turning my ideas down, or making it seem like my aspirations are too big and pointless. Whenever I told mum that I wanted a camper van, she would laugh and say okay, in way that said I would never get it, but when I told you, you nodded and said okay, we can see what we can do, I remember I even pitched to Uncle David about why he should buy me the car.

Thank you, Uncle David, for teaching us to work hard, and that family is everything. You worked for a company and then one day you were the boss. It makes me proud, and happy that I am your niece because you have taught me with sheer hard work, determination and with the right people by your side you can do anything. I think this is the reason why I aim so high and have big aspirations because if my Uncle David did it, I can too.

Thank you for always taking us on shopping trips, and buying a lot of arts and crafts so we spent hours just glueing glitter on paper. Thank you for giving me a life that I never thought I would have.  For teaching me how to grow sunflowers, every summer holiday I would come and stay at yours for a week and I was so excited to spend time with my favourite Aunty and Uncle.

When I am older I want to be just as giving as you two have been.

I am so lucky to have you two in my life and I am grateful for everything you have given me. Thank you for being the best Aunty and Uncle a niece could ask for.

 

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