Auntie Mor

At that moment, I felt like Auntie Mor – sitting with my arms crossed, glasses perched crazily at the end of my nose, eyes drooping with the weight of the day.

“I don’t know why you always make me do this, you know I never make it through to the end,” she would protest as Uncle Dale nudged her awake, simultaneously pausing the movie and then rewinding to the spot where we’d inwardly giggled as she nodded off.