What even was the point of this chapter, why did I write this as a child

Emily's P.O.V

From the branch I was sitting on, I could clearly see my aunt's house. I sighed, seeing her happily tend to her garden.

She didn't have a care in the world that I was gone. She doesn't care. The only thing she really let me have was the necklace my parents told her to give me when I turned eleven.
It's a supposed 'family heirloom' that my aunt didn't want.

I sighed, playing with my necklace between my index finger and thumb, not taking my eyes off my now happy aunt. Why she doesn't care, I don't know. I never did anything to her, yet she hated me.

All I wanna know is why.

Why, ever since I was ten- why she hated me. I was good; never got into fights when she was around.

But I guess we'll never know, since I won't ever go back.