I was never really good at keeping a straight face because I always let emotions get the best of me. I look at my elders who  keep composure when bad things are going down, I know they want to let it all out but they don’t. I always wonder if they think I’m weak for always breaking down. I hope they know, I appreciate them for being that rock when I can’t stand on my two feet. I hope they know, it’s okay to cry in-front of me. I’m wishing for the best. Uncle get better. It’s not your time yet.