I posted a clip and this is the beginning!!

My mother gave me a hug. She assured me Hope would take good care of me. I didn’t even know of my mother’s sister until I found out she was going to come stay with me for the whole entire summer while my parents went on a business trip.
“John, she’s here! We have to leave!” Mom called excitedly, glancing out the front door. Dad hurried out into the living room, tying his tie. When I pointed out his untied shoelace, he muttered something I couldn’t hear. I twisted my hands round and round nervously.
The doorbell rang. Mom opened the door and hugged my aunt at once. When Hope stepped away, I finally found out what my aunt looked like. She had long wavy hair that was between light and dark with a reddish tint to it. Her eyes were a bright, sparkly blue. She wore a blue shirt and black shorts. Besides my mother, Hope was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life.
I was a little shocked when Hope hugged me. I guess I should have expected it. Breathing in the scent of her perfume, I hugged her back. When Hope released me, she held me at arm’s length.
“Oh June, last time I saw your daughter she was knee-high to a grass hopper!” Hope said to Mom. “How did twelve years pass? Seems like just yesterday I held this tiny baby Margaret in my arms at the hospital.”
Mom suddenly pulled me into her arms. She kissed the top of my head and pretended to rock me like a baby.
“I don’t know, either. Bye baby,” she said, giving me one final hug. Dad tousled my hair and grinned.
“Be good, kid,” he said. I smiled and watched them walk out the door. When they drove away, Hope smiled.
“We’re going to have lots of fun, Margaret. Show me to my room,” she said.
"You can call me Meg," I said, helping her with her bags and walked up the stairs to the guest room. Hope looked around and smiled.
“Is that your room across the hall, Margaret?” she asked. I nodded and led her across the hall to my room. My walls were painted a light purple with a matching bedspread on my bed, my bookshelf was jammed with books, and a TV sat on my wicker dresser.
Hope smiled. She ran her fingers across my bedspread. When she sat down, I bent down to pick up my book up from the floor. Hope glanced at the words on the cover.
“You read Charles Dickens?” she asked me.
“I love a Christmas Carol. But my favorite is Great Expectations,” I replied, trying to find a spot in my bookshelf for the novel. Hope sighed and stood up.
“I’m going to cook dinner tonight,” she said. I smiled. Mom never cooked. Either Dad made dinner or we got takeout.
“What are we having?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to look at my cookbook.” With that said, Hope went downstairs. I followed her. She was looking through one of Mom’s Betty Crocker cookbooks. Suddenly she smiled.
“I’ll make some good old-fashioned spaghetti and meatballs,” she decided. I sat at the kitchen table and started reading To Kill a Mockingbird, the required summer read I had to write a report on.
“What part are you at?” Hope asked after a while, stirring spaghetti sauce.
“Not very far. Just at the part when Jem and Scout meet Dill,” I said, turning a page in the old book.
“Sounds far to me,” Hope said, quickly tasting the sauce. I shrugged and marked my place. When I walked up to the stove, Hope put an arm around me. I leaned my head on her shoulder. I already loved my aunt.
Turned out Hope was a great cook. I ate so much spaghetti my stomach hurt afterwards. After a while Hope fished in the freezer and took out ice cream. She piled toppings high on one and handed it to me. She stated eating her own before she even reached the table.
When we finished, Hope took my hand and we went upstairs. I helped her unpack everything.
“We’re going to have the best night ever. Now go get your pajamas on,” Hope said. I ran to my room and quickly put on my light blue silk short-sleeved pajamas. When I went to Hope’s room again, she was wearing pajama pants and an old t-shirt. Her long hair was up in a ponytail.
“First we’re going to watch a movie,” she said, leading me down into the living room. Finally we agreed on a movie and cuddled up on the couch. Just as the movie started, we heard yelling outside. Hope stopped the movie and I ran to the window. All the neighbors were outside in the dark. Hope and I joined them.
“What happened?” I asked. Mr. Richardson from next door said the O’Malley family down the block got robbed.
after she says "you can just call me meg", whenever i accidentally typed margaret after that its supposed to be meg