To My Uncle, With Hate

dian, Liam Lu. That's th

er my brother and me after Dad died. He was also twelve years

eighteent

ttle drunk and a lot reckless, I kissed him. It was clumsy and q

erned smile playing on his lips. "Want a lesson in kissing

but I stood my ground. "

huckled. "Alright. When you turn twenty-two, if

world. For four years, my li

ty-second birthday, I

t teddy bear I'd won for him. I finally spotted him near the carousel, laughin

n I heard

olding a fussy infant, bouncing him

one of them said. "You actually rented a ba

d went

usic. "She's twenty-two today. Thinks she's a big girl now, ready to cash in on some

lara's a good kid. Pretty, sw

s voice dropped, turning serious. "You

e, then a chorus o

you think too much. You sho

d Sienna my ward has a misguided crush. I asked her to play the part of my serious girlfriend-the future 'auntie.' We show up with this baby, stage

-birds-one-stone plan,

dn't no

d from my arms, hitting the

urring the park lights int

hugs in an alley. He tossed me his jacket and a chocolate bar

p a scholarship to Paris for him. I

e was nothing but a burden. An inconveni