My aunt was standing there, and the writer who was standing next to my aunt gestured towards me. It was as if she was signaling me to save her. I walked toward them, and the writer said, “Ah, I hope you have a good time with your family. Hahaha,” and left like she was making a quick escape.2

Seeing her response, I could easily tell how my aunt acted. She probably spewed out curses while asking where I was.0

I looked at my aunt again. She was wearing loose-fitting, dark clothes to hide the weight she gained over the years. She had a big pearl necklace like she always did, a heavy coat of makeup, and eyeliner that stretched out ferociously upward. She was just as I remembered though she aged a bit.0

On the other hand, my aunt looked at me quite startled. It was understandable since I was only about 170 cm when I left the house and had now grown to 184 cm. I looked down at my aunt without saying a word.1

‘Was she always this small?’ I wondered. In the past, she probably would have clutched my hair first, but now the top of my head was no longer in her reach.0

And as I continued to look down at her wordlessly, she asked with great annoyance, “How dare you look at your elder so insolently? Shouldn’t you greet your aunt? What are you standing like a fool for? Where are your manners?”6

Since she didn’t have the stamina and strength to hit me anymore, it seemed...1