The King's Queen
Aunt Linda instructs, her maternal authority soothing my worries.
I retreat to my modest bedroom, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of comfort and solace. Changing out of my work clothes, I slip into my cozy onesie, adorned with a purple bonnet and pink bunny slippers. With a contented sigh, I make my way to the dining room, where Aunt Linda awaits with two steaming bowls of spaghetti and meatballs.
Seated on the couch, I watch as Aunt Linda joins me, her eyes lighting up as the TV flickers to life. There, on the screen, is King Henry, gracing a charity event with his presence.