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My Aunt Fanny, looking at baby Rosine, nine months old
When I was little, I considered my Aunt Fanny as my private property. I just loved her and as she was not as busy as my mother, I felt very close to her. She got married at 38 or 39, an arranged marriage, and had a child, my cousin R. When Rosine was born, I displayed all the signs of sibling jealousy and asked to be given a baby bottle. But I was soon in the role of the older sister (we have a six years difference). I like this photo in which my aunt looks at her daughter who herself is looking at her dad.