Living with my aunts took a whole lot of getting used to. I would have preferred to be left alone. Unfortunately, I did not get to decide. I was not of legal age so everyone assumed I'd be a freaking delinquent if I would be left to my own device. My aunts——they were exactly like what Larry called vestigial organs. Something that was there but not needed.

E. g:

Appendix

Coccyx (Tailbone)

Tonsils etc.

Surprisingly, my aunts were not the worst. They were so kind to me to that I felt guilty for making them feel that way. They knew exactly how to be my aunts but I did not know exactly how to be a nephew. They treated me like porcelain plates nana kept hidden for special occasions. Caution: Fragile, handle with care. That's precisely how I felt every single freaking time I was in their presence. They did not really have to handle me with care. Life fucked me up since I was six. I was already broken a long time ago.

This strange family relations made me anxious. Adults always made me feel anxious. The only adults I liked aside from nana were Larry's parents. They're cool as cucumber. When they looked at me, all they see is me. That is how I wanted to be seen. It made all the difference.