Another family story..
I was living for some time with my aunt.
Already from Canada,
I would go and stop at her house,
Big city, going to theatre and museum,
We would share clothes, same size,
Make up, creams, both like it.
My creams are made in USA,
Hers made on the kitchen,
Mixed oil, cucumber and honey.
I had shaving cream, not a lot of peace,
Everything was together.
I smelled that specific shaving cream smell,
Watching TV in the living room.
My walked in the room and the cream is on her face.
How mad she was without some eyebrows and some hair at the front.
No English. .
