To me, she wasn’t just someone I saw occasionally.
The others were always on their best behavior when they saw her.
She saw me grow up. She made me food in the morning. She watched me throw tantrums. She spanked the shit out of me. She told me stories of her life in North Korea. She told me of her parents, of her siblings, her life as a ballerina. She bragged about me to her friends. She watched me run away from home. She let me take her to church. She sang me hymns. She prayed for me.
She loved me.
I remember everything.