you know, when my mom died. i immediately went to live with my aunt pretty soon after. you know, they did not befriend me you know. its kind of like, if you were displaced from the place you live and then you had to go live in an emergency tent with others. it was kind of like that. they were not friends to me after she died. a distant cousin of mine asked if it was like they put my under the stairs or in a storage room somewhere, and i told them it was like that living with the family after she died. i did not know my aunt or her children before my mother died, we had only met a couple of times. so when she died, and i went to live with the cousins, i had only met them a couple of times in my life. i try to imagine how they knew me, so i think when my mother died. it is like they dont know you , your mom knew you, but your aunts and cousins, they know your skin. they see you as a chunk of skin to lug around. so i think when my cousins and my aunts family, when they think of me they think about like a chunk of skin. they moved around a chunk of skin. like i said before i didnt get to know the cousins or aunts uncles after my mother died either. and i had only met them a couple of times before she died.