New Beginning?

May 1, 1983: My Tia seems to be happier, less worried these days. She doesn´t mention my uncle as often as she used to, which leads me to believe that her period of mourning might be almost over. In a way, I´m glad. She´s been through a lot, not only now but when she was a young married woman. My Tia was the practical one, while my Uncle Juan was the non-conformist, the bohemian. I remember my mother telling me that my Tia had to become the head of the household for a while.
I loved my uncle, but I would want my husband and me to have an equal relationship.A 50-50 sort of thing.