Two years and three days 

I'm hoping to write something for my deceased aunt,not knowing how to start. She could not stand the sense of illness, so she tried to committ suicide. And she experienced many hardships in life, were born into a poor family, deprived of a decent education, deserted by ex-husband for failing to have a baby for many years and widowed in middle age after remarried. Everything conspired to make her life a misery. Finally she decided to end it all when my cousin was 20. I can't tell how sorry I was for this news. Merely not because she constantly looked after me carefully, treating me like her own daughter. But at the same time I believed her body and soul would be free! Totally it made my cousin sad. He became an orphan and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Over the two years, I dare not to telephone him because I don't know how to console him. And today I muster the courage to do it. We don't mention the tearful experience with privity. I just expect him to grow up and be a man right away.