This afternoon, alot of my relatives gathered at my house. I should've been happy, but it was the most painful visit I had ever gotten.
My uncle and my grandma also came. My uncle wasn't doing so well; I'm not sure why. Yet, everyone else was having fun.But seeing him sitting alone, not speaking to anyone. That just broke my heart. It hurt more than anything else. He was the man I grew up with. He was the man I grew to admire. My favorite uncle since birth wasn't doing so well and everyone knew it. But know one did anything about it. My parents won't even tell me whats the matter with him.
Punch me any day before you hurt me or my uncle emotionally like this. And now that its over, I wish I knew why. I wish I could've done something, I know he would have.
This is the type of pain that I hate the most. It burns more than the swelling after an alerggy attack. It creeps up from behind then bites your leg and wont let go. It won't let go. No matter what I do, it has the tightest grasp on me. On both of us.
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