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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…