Mom,I love you and this is not about you

I was just about to finish my homework, when my aunt walks in a splendid pink saree.I always loved her sarees and pestered mom to wear sarees that were as pretty as hers.She was always decked up, this aunt of mine.
I run to her to steal a whiff of her perfume that I like so much. I am too heavy for her to lift me up, but she still does...the sweetheart. Mom enters the room and they start talking about things, mostly grownup stuff they think I don't understand...but you see, I do…I always did. Aunty tells mummy that she would be going away to Guntur for about a week. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she ruffles my hair and asks me whether I would like to come along. Me, being the eternal coward, has never slept a single day, without mummy by my side. The thought of seven such days would have been reason enough for me to start wailing but somehow this time it’s different. This trip seemed to be exciting. I, instantly say yes and mom is shocked, to say the least. After my aunt left, my mom asks me whether i really wanted to go and threatens me that if i go, there will be no coming back for a week. I pack and pack for two days .I didnt understand why mom was upset. After all, I was being all grown-up, not wanting to spend all my time in the shadow of her saree. She should be proud of me, I thought. My aunt picked me up from the house and insisted there was no need for my mom to see us off at the station. We reach Guntur and i realize i am not scared of missing mom. Weird, I told myself. Aunt was the sweetheart that she always was. I was treated like a princess and every whim and wish of mine was met with. Chocolates,dryfruits,ice creams ...things my mom always denied me saying that i would get fatter. Time flew and when on the sixth day, my aunt reminded me that we would be leaving tomorrow; I realized that I didn’t want to go back. I plotted ways to extend this trip. I pretended to fall ill and we stayed back for two more days.

We reached Hyderabad and I started crying for my aunt everyday. Then I start plotting ways to get myself adopted by my aunt .My mom (after all, she was MY mom) could see what I was up to. She slapped me first and cried a lot later. I didn't get to see my aunt for a long time after that.

Now, whenever I see her, the fuckhead that I am, I cant help but wonder if it was only about the fancy saris and dry fruits?