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A long time ago when I was 17 years old, my mother was awaiting the birth of my younger brother. My father worked 3rd shift so my parents made arrangements for my mother’s younger sister, my 21-year-old aunt Marianne, to stay with us and baby-sit overnight while my father was at work when my mother was in the hospital. At first I thought, why do my 14-year-old brother and I need a babysitter? But then I stopped to think about it, my aunt Marianne is one of those women who looks a little plain but very