My aunt Nancy took my writing class this semester. We didn't tell anyone we were related because she didn't want any special treatment. In class, I just called her Nancy, and I had to remind myself every single time (so I wouldn't let the cat out of the bag). She made the best, most necessary comments & wrote poems about polar bears & essays about driving across the country with my grandma driving and my dad in the back seat.
Then tonight, before our final class/dinner workshop—she arrived before I even got home. She set the table, and started cooking up a storm. She pulled out the Christmas napkin holders I didn't even know existed (in the hall closet) (that closet is filled with so many mysterious things!). And then! when everyone came! when everyone asked who was in the portrait, I could say—that's my aunt Nancy!
It was the best surprise ever.
I loved it.