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Life had been unkind to me at many instances but I'd never expect where it would find me by surprise. Especially not now,not as I'm standing over the bleeding and ever paling body of my uncle. The devil in my life lay lifeless beneath the horror of my bloody hands. My life had been as eventful as the ever changing courses of a river in hurry and they had seen me fit to put to test by my own blood. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was amyra,17 and on my way from minor to major,slapped onto my forehead my mortal clock which counts down. Life had flourished in its unlikely non-constant nature of it,yet i could only fail to see why fate had to wound me this way.
The horror of a disease looming in the air,people shut in their houses and homes and among neither was the condition of my family as the pandemic had shackled us too to my mother's house that we'd gone to visit over the break. We'd sort of been the black sheep of the family. Neglected and forgotten. So when the malady had forced us to overstay our visit at our mothers', I had basically been learning about my apparent family. My mother's family had been unique to say the least. Ten siblings all together, two dead,two others considered dead to the family,my mom now the oldest and her two younger siblings which made for one odd uncle and one odd aunt. After grandpa had passed away our grandma had obviously fell to the care of her kids. Unlikely enough,more kids somehow meant lesser for your aid. She had been tossed in and between her kids and my mom had finally had enough and brought to spend time with us at their old house. The pandemic had only concreted her stay. "Never bite the hand that feeds you" was a very common saying among our people and the significance of that ideal was going to thrust some truths me and my family had been hidden from,not much later.
Living with my uncle was as monotone as it could get. He had all the instincts and intentions of a leech. He layed in bed with his wife and his kid at his side as he waited home for my dad to bring home the ration and money he could life off. Though the truth of his incompetence was simply clear,we would soon learn of his lies,those he told others as well as himself. It all had bubbled up to the top when he'd stripped of his facade and wrapped his hand around my grandmother's neck. Intending to see her turn pale and blue in his harrowing hold. Was it not his foolishness to presume we would simply roll over and watch it unfold?