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started crying on that note.
    â€œDesire, baby, please don’t cry. Pay no attention to your aunt. She loves you. She really does. She’s just bitter right now. It has nothing to do with you.”
    I thought differently. I figured it had everything to do with me.
    Uncle Frank put his head down then turned and looked at me in the backseat. A tear rolled down his cheek as he cleared his throat.
    â€œDesire, I love that woman very much, and Lord knows, I couldn’t do anything without her. She takes good care of me, you know. With my MS kicking in overtime and keeping me permanently in this wheelchair, I don’t know what I would do without her. She used to be the sweetest woman I know, but I don’t know what happened. I can’t understand why she is so mean. It hurts me to see her treat you like this. But don’t you for one second think that this was your fault. That boy should have never put his hands on you. Oh, God held me back because He knows what I was thinking wasn’t right.”
    I wanted to console my uncle, but I didn’t know how.
    â€œCome give me some love, and hug my neck.”
    I climbed over the front seat and embraced my uncle with all my might. That was love right there, and as we hugged, I vowed that, from that day forth, he would be the only man I ever let touch me.
    â€œDon’t you worry about a thing. I am always by your side, no matter what. I just ask that you bear with me in dealing with my wife. She’s a mean old lady right now, but I need her. We both need her.”
    I didn’t respond. I just kissed his cheek. We both didn’t need her. He needed her, and I was just there, in the way, getting treated like a stepchild.
    Uncle Frank said, “One more thing. Here, take this.” He handed me a business card that read “ WoodSteel Stock Inc., James Taylor. ” “That is your father’s company. If you feel you want to call him, then do so. If not, then that’s okay too. Just remember that you always have someone.”
    I glanced at the card, not really paying it too much attention, and stuffed it in my back pocket. I hadn’t thought about my father ever. I didn’t have reason to. I had never met him. My mother had never mentioned anything about his existence, and I had never cared to ask. I didn’t have to ask. Of course, he did cross my mind from time to time, but the thought of him wasn’t strong enough to dwell on.
    As I helped Uncle Frank out of the car, my aunt was watching from the window. You’d think she would have made an attempt to help, seeing that we were struggling, but she didn’t. She just peeked out and watched. I took it personal the way she stared at us, especially me. I wanted to ask Uncle Frank why his wife despised me, but it definitely was not the time. Plus, I knew my place as a child.
    Auntie Linda hated that my uncle had so much love for me. It made her feel like his love for her had diminished, especially since she couldn’t have any children of her own. See, from what I knew, she and my uncle wanted children, but due to her having a health issue, she was unable to conceive. When I came to live with them, not being of her own flesh and blood, she felt as if I was intruding, like I had stolen her husband from her or something. After all, they were always a household of two, and there I was making it three. Yes, she wanted children, but she wanted her own, not me. And every chance she got, she let it be known that I was not what she wanted.

Chapter 3
    After the incident at Jen’s house, I was not allowed to go back over there, which was more than fine by me. What hurt though was that I had never heard from or spoke to Jen again. I wasn’t allowed to contact her, but I thought she would have at least attempted to call me and find out what happened.
    I knew she had an idea of what happened because my uncle had called and spoke to her mom. I don’t know what the