She calls her shrimpling, tiny, baby, kitten, turtledove. "Auntie," the girl replies. Auntie looks after the girl like she's her own daughter and not just her niece. The girl tells Auntie everything as though Auntie were her own mother, and not just her aunt. The two of them form a fiery duo, a ping-pong match with love as the ball. This much is necessary, for the child must often fend for herself at home and cannot rely too much on her mother. Fortunately, to escape everyday life's often less-than-glamorous routines, there are dreams, but above all there is tenderness.