Dec
My Old Uncle.
by graceox:hellokitty.comHe isn’t actually my uncle. He’s a friend of the family. But he goes way back. He used to work with my grandma, and he’s 95. He’s Asian, too. So anyway. He’s staying over. At first I was a little bit unhappy, because his family seems to dump him with ours because they can’t be bothered with him. He’s a lovely old man, all hunched over, and and brown and wrinkled.
I stayed with him for a little while, while he was getting ready for bed. He told me all about the pills he has to take, and how they scare him because he ins’t sure what they are all for, and about the laxatives he has to take, and how he has to wear ladies stockings on one foot because it swells up. He even had to ask me for help to get up, and he doesn’t usually ask for that. He’s very proud. It’s sad to see him age. He is forgetting things so easily, I will have to repeat the same thing, over and over again to him.
My brothers, they think he is funny, watching him get up so slowly, watching him try and tell us something, stuttering and mumbling. But its not right. They don’t get it, they didn’t know him all their lives.
It makes me sad watching my Uncle grow old.











