Aunt sara

Angela Smith was lifted from the side with a gentle yoga move**;

Smith's hot and red bottom** was still burning**, **tears** rolling down her cheeks, **broken sobs** twisting in her chest.

Sarah stood up from the front, **her 172 cm height**, **long black ponytail hair**, **loose white t-shirt**, **soft blue jeans**;

She extended her hands, **warm, soft, kind**.

Angela passed Smith to Sarah, like passing a **light wounded bird**.

Sarah took Smith in **her warm embrace**;

**Her breast** under Smith's face, **soft, warm, with the scent of fresh jasmine flowers**,

**Her thighs** under Smith's bottom, **soft and calm**, like two **warm cloudy pillows**.

**The cotton texture of Sarah's t-shirt** under Smith's wet cheek, **soft, slightly damp from tears**, **scent of mild soap**.

Sarah squeezed Smith **firmly, but gently**,

**Her right hand** behind her head, **fingers** delving into Smith's wet hair, **gently stroking**;

**Her left hand** on her lower back, **gentle pressure of comfort**.

"Alright, **Auntie Sarah's little man**…

Now you're in **Auntie's hug**.

I won't let them bother you."

**Sarah's voice**, **soft, warm, like a mother's lullaby**,

**Sarah's calm breath** on Smith's hair, **warm, moist, with the scent of jasmine**.

**Sarah's heartbeat** under Smith's ear, **calm, steady, reassuring** – **thump… thump… thump…**

Sarah shifted Smith **on her lap**, **her belly against her chest**, **folded her legs**,

Pulled a **soft gray blanket** from the couch, wrapped it around both of them;

**The wool texture of the blanket**, **warm, soft, slightly rough**, **scent of burned wood from the fireplace**.

"Easy, my boy… easy…

Auntie Sarah is here."

**Smith's crying** grew quieter,

**Broken sobs** turned into **deep breaths**,

**Tears** dried on **Sarah's t-shirt**,

**Her hot bottom** calmed under **the warmth of Sarah's thigh**.

Julie, Lucy, Angela watched from afar;

Julie with a kind smile,

Lucy with a mischievous wink,

Angela with a quiet laugh.

Sarah just **stroked**,

**Her fingers** in Smith's hair,

**Calm breath** on her forehead,

**The warmth of her hug** like a **real safe island** in the middle of the storm of auntie games.

And Smith,

**In Auntie Sarah's arms**,

Finally **found peace**.