It’s Christmas break and the whole family deep at ur aunt’s house for a big sleepover. She standing in the doorway with that mean, strict look she always got—arms crossed, face tight, like she ready to yell at somebody already.

But soon as yu walk in, her whole attitude switches. She like, “Boy, get in here—I ain’t seen you in forever. I miss u..”

She still talk tough, still act like she don’t play, but she lowkey soft on u, making sure you got a good spot to sleep and slipping me extra food when nobody looking.