The Adventures Of Daisy Dorall: Chapter 4

imgresNarrowing my eyes, I said, “So if you’re my uncle, why didn’t I meet you before now? I mean, you live close enough!”

Timmy sighed, turning to face me. “When I was 23, your dad and I had a disagreement.”

He was silent for a moment, still thinking. “You were just a baby- actually a month old at the time- and I was forbidden to meet you. So I left.”

Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Timmy was silent for a moment.

“But there’s more. A month before the death, your father rode down in a buggy to visit me. He was still quite ill, but also stubborn, and had convinced Sarah to bring him here. So he and I had a long talk, finally asking for forgiveness. We knew that we were both wrong, and had to put the past behind us.”

I shook my head. “I still can’t believe this- you being my uncle and all that. It’s- so surprising!”

Timmy managed a smile, than went on.

“He also had a request: when he died, he wanted me to take care of you. Sarah told me his last words, his death wish, was to ‘remember Daisy and Timothy.'”

Silently, I slipped my hand into his. “I’m so glad to have an uncle like you,” I whispered. “And I’m sorry. For everything.”

Timmy pulled back on the reigns, and stopped to face me.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he whispered, “No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not confessing to your dad sooner, for not visiting you. And I’m sorry for not telling you about this sooner. It’s all my fault.”

“It’s okay. Really.” I said. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? Put the past behind you, and think of this as a new beginning. A chance to change and start fresh, just like you did with Dad. Okay?”

Wiping fresh tears from his eyes, Timmy nodded. He was smiling now, a grin so full of happiness and relief that it spread across almost his entire face.

“Daisy?” he asked.


“You’re just like your dad.”

To be continued…


The Adventures of Daisy Dorall: Chapter 3

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Narrowing my eyes, I stared at him. “I don’t believe in God.”

After a moment of silence, I continued, “And if He was real, He wouldn’t let my dad die. Or my mom, or my uncle who I never got to meet. But God isn’t real, so it doesn’t matter.”

Timmy took a deep breath, studying my tear-stained face. Praying silently, he kept his eyes on the road.

Angrier than ever, I blurted out, “But maybe you don’t understand all of that!”

Timmy sighed, wishing he knew what to say. Finally he got the courage to speak up.


“What?” I growled.

“I’m your uncle.”

“No. You can’t be.”

“Honestly! Do you really think that Sarah would leave you with a guy you just met, and send you off to a place you’ve never been?” Mr. Timmy asked.

“I didn’t think about that,” I admitted, suddenly feeling very brainless. “But my uncle’s name was….”


Surprised, I nodded. “Uh-yeah, but your name is Timmy.”

“Timmy is short for Timothy,” my guide said, a smile sliding across his face.

A moment of silence passed, my mind racing to find an excuse. But there was nothing else I could think of to say.

And at that moment, I knew I had to face the facts. This guy sitting next to me? He wasn’t just a random travel guide. He was my uncle. My lost uncle who I had never met before in my whole, entire life. My only relative.

And there was so much I wanted to ask him.

To be continued…