C17

An extremely bad premonition struck me. I hastily ran to my uncle's side and saw that his eyes were wide open, his mouth full of mud and sawdust, and there was no air left in his nostrils.

My uncle is dead!

There was a buzz in my head, and tears came to my eyes. Although my uncle loves to beat me up, he has always treated me like his own son. In my eyes, he is just like a father!

With him here