Uncle Smokey
Growing up, just like any other little girl in America, I loved to play with all my toys, clothes, and stuffed animals. Day in and day out that is all I used to do. I had no responsibilities, so all I would worry about was just playing. Growing up, My Uncle Smokey played a major role in my life and I will never forget him. Uncle Smokey, who's biological name is Joseph, was named after driving through an Indiana town called Koko Moe for a vacation with my grandparents. His name from then on was Smokey Joe from Koko Moe. My uncle Smokey had snow-white hair that was always messy and white, like when snow falls from the sky in no specific order. His right eye had a white dot on his pupil, and he saw triple out of it when he would look directly at you, like a person who had one too many to drink. His face was lovable, like a puppy's. His body was built like a teddy bear; if you were to squeeze him, you would feel warmth and love. When I was little, every time my uncle came to visit, he would bring me a bag of stuffed animals, or pretty dresses, the ones with little bows on them with matching hair ribbons. As I grew older he bought me watches, perfume, or just gave me money and always said, "Go and buy yourself something n
The blood on the dog turnout to be from a scratch she had gotten from her cage, she would be okay. I did not know what to do, so I called my uncle. That is just the way he was with me. " When we would part from each other I knew exactly what he was going to say too. I also know I learned a lot from him even though he really never informed me anything. Every time he saw me or talked to me on the phone, I knew the first thing he was going to say before he even said it: "Hi, I love you," he asked in a cheerful voice, "How are you today?" "Hi Uncle Mokey. It was even harder when his death came with no warning. My uncle was never too busy for anyone. I saw blood smeared on the floor and at first I did not know where it was coming from. He was just a guy who loved his niece very much, and I loved him. It did not seem possible; it just felt like a nightmare.
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