Story Draft: Going to Auntie's House

My Aunt Estelle's house was right up the street from ours, and that's where I always wanted to be.
Because she wasn't my mother and didn't bear the burden of making sure I grew into a proper young lady, Auntie always let me be myself. I knew she loved me like crazy, and I always wanted to go to Auntie’s house.
Auntie never had children of her own, and she loved having me visit all the time. When I spent time with Auntie, she really talked to me, and she always listened when I talked to her - no matter how much I had to say. So, I always wanted to go to Auntie’s house.
Instead of stopping to play with me, she would always let me help her. If she was cleaning, she'd let me sweep and dust.
If she was cooking, she'd let me stir the pot.
If she was shopping for groceries, she'd give me a few items to find and even let me have my own buggy to push!
If she was quilting, she’d give me a needle and thread and let me sew with her. It made me feel very grown-up, so I always wanted to go to Auntie’s house.
Sometimes, she would let me dress up in her high heels and fancy costume jewelry. She'd call me "Miss Astor" and tell me how lovely I looked.
We would have a tea party and she would serve me fizzy ginger ale in a juice glass. I'd pretend it was champagne, and we'd talk real fancy like we were well-mannered rich ladies. It was so much fun, and I always wanted to stay at Auntie’s house.
When Auntie took me downtown to go shopping with her, she let me ride the escalators! I'd ride those escalators from the bargain basement (where Auntie always shopped) all the way to the 6th floor, and then turn around and go back down again.
When it was time to leave, Auntie would buy me a chocolate éclair from the 3rd floor bakery. It was the best treat in the world, and I always wanted to go downtown with Auntie.
In the evening, we would shell peas or string green beans or shuck corn together on the front porch. We would talk about the garden, the yellow jackets, and the sunset.
At night, we would listen to the katydids sing outside the open windows and enjoy the gentle breeze that always blew in the summertime. Auntie would say my prayers with me and tell me about the olden days when she was a young girl, and I always wanted to spend the night at Auntie’s house.
Auntie is 93 years old now, and my little children love to go to her house. Whenever they get bored or lonely, they tell me, “We want to go to Auntie’s house!” I just smile and hold their hands, and we walk across the street to see her, because even now I always want to go to Auntie’s house, too.