My Handsome Uncle
Her breath was racing, angry.
"Do you forget me, Uncle Joe?" Clara asked. She sat beside him, gazing at him gently.
"Mom, Dad, who is she? Why is she calling me Uncle?" Joe protested, his face showing discomfort. "Wait, have we met before?" he asked.
Joe glanced briefly at Clara. He looked quickly, then stored her face away. Honestly, Joe missed Clara a lot. But he had to be realistic. Clara was no longer the high school girl who was all alone. Now she had transformed into someone like a princess because she was the granddaughter of Freedy Lim.