When my aunt was young she always wanted a baby. She said that if she gets married she will have ten or more kids because she loves little children. When she was already married she got pregnant, but she lost her baby when she was giving birth to it. It was the Friday the 13^th. A couple weeks later her husband left her because she said that she doesn’t want to have kids any more. My aunt now is a very unhappy and lonely woman. In the village people are saying that she will never have a happy life again. My aunt would only stay at home and she would only leave the house if she would need something from the store, but usually she stayed at home.

One day before Valentine’s Day on Friday the 13^th my aunt stayed home celebrating her child’s birthday, which should be on Friday the 13^th, but the baby had died. That afternoon she got mail from the foster home. She opened it up and she saw an invitation card. They invited her to the foster home where kids are without parents. My aunt went because she cares. There they had a party. It was fun. They gave everyone fabric paints, beautiful colors, and asked the kids to paint something that would make the room beautiful. As my aunt looked around at all the pictures she saw colorful bright hearts drown by the kids, blue clouds, happy families and purple flowers. The pictures were all bright and beautiful. All except for one.

The little girl that was sitting next to my aunt was painting herself with a dark heart and my aunt with a red heart. She told my aunt that this day was and is her worst day that broke her heart because her mom died that day. That little girl was so mad at that day that she didn’t want to play with other kids. The stupid and evil day has taken away her mother. Her mother has died when she was giving her birth to that little girl.

My aunt could certainly understand why she was sad. She could even understand why she had made her picture with my aunt and not with a family. My aunt couldn’t help looking at that little girl crying so she hugged her. Her lovely tears were falling from her eyes. My aunt told her that she shouldn’t be sad and she shouldn’t be scared of that day. She had to passed it and go on because she is young. She needs happy life. As she hugged my aunt, my aunt felt something going into her heart. It was like God wanted to give her a new heart to live with, only she wasn’t ready for that kindness.

As the worst day was coming to an end and my aunt was getting ready to head home, she felt a tug on her jacket. She turned around and standing there with a smile on her face was a little girl. The little girl said, "I wish you were my mom." She said that her color of heart is changing and she said that if my aunt would be her mom her heart would change to the same as my aunt’s. When my aunt heard her saying that my aunt put her bags on the floor and took her in her arms, holding her, not letting go. My aunt told her if she really meant that and promised her that her color of heart would change she would take her with her.

On their way home she drew a new picture. She drew both of them with red hearts and colorful dresses. My aunt’s heart changed too, until the Friday the 13^th. This day wasn’t theirs worst day anymore. It was the best day that they had.

My aunt and the little girl lived very happy. They spent most of their time together. They went shopping, to the movies and to the park together. In the park they always played together while everybody kept staring at that lovely pair playing. People were very shocked when they saw my aunt so happy. In addition my aunt’s husband came back to her. They both with the little girl lived happily like one family. Everybody was jealous of their relationship. This is how my aunt changed somebody’s heart and even her own. My aunt was never unhappy again.