Turns Out He Is A Boy
Uncle

But before I was taken away by her, she brought me some really nice clothes from a famous brand. He helped me change clothes in the toilet in the rest area. After she changed my clothes, she took me to the restaurant that was there, and bought me food.

"Sorry.. What should I call you?" my many.

"Hmm? you may call me uncle only" said the uncle with a big smile.

"Ah.. alright, uncle" I said smiling at him.

I could feel the kindness of my uncle helping me. Nor did he take the money I made. But actually what this uncle was thinking, why from earlier he just smiled while looking at me.

I get goosebumps looking at it, or maybe I'll be adopted, or in a slave job. Worse, Argh! I can't think like this!. After all, he was a very nice person to me.

He helped me eat by bribing me, even he only bought me food. He ordered a drink for himself. Ah right too! he said he'd take me, and again he's a good man. What if I ask him to take me home.

"Sorry uncle.. Can uncle take me home?" I asked him to surprise the uncle.

"Eh!? so you still have family? but why are you here?" ask the uncle who looks disappointed.

"Yes right, I still have a family, when it comes to me being here, the story is very long" I said which made the look on his face even more sad.

"Well, this is your wish after all. I will not separate you from your family" said the uncle who forced his smile.

I felt bad for him, but there was nothing I could do. Because I still have a family, maybe if I don't have a family. I will follow this uncle, for there is no place for me to go home.

But what makes him feel disappointed, and look sad like that?. Is it better to ask, "Sorry uncle.. If you may know, why does uncle look sad?" my many.

"Ah... looks huh? sorry, this is actually a personal matter. But I'll tell you. You look a lot like my sister.this is her picture" said the uncle gave me his picture.

As soon as I saw the picture I was very surprised, and said in my heart, "What a similar thing! me, and she's not at all alike, and again she's a girl. My face is similar to a woman's".

"Then a few years ago, my brother died in an accident" the uncle said with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have asked my uncle" I said I felt guilty for him.

Then after I finished my meal, I was carried again by the uncle out of the restaurant, and immediately went to his car. Before I got into my car, I saw Peter, and Fred running towards me screaming loudly.

Then the engine turned on, and just walked. I looked back, and they were still running after me, shouting your name. I chuckled to see them running after me like that, this was the right reply for someone like them.

"Damn! how's this! we've been wrong to tell Claude to be a beggar!" peter panicked.

"What's!? i said? fucking shit! we know wrong!" said Peter.

"ah! we have to catch up with Claude! let's turn into beggars" Fred said.

Then they all panicked, and soon became beggars. To aim to buy fuel for the bus, and soon catch up with me. But what happens if they both beg in front of people?.

I wonder what happened. What happened to them wasn't what I thought, they were better than me. Even they could earn a larger sum of money than me in just the blink of an eye. Everyone was sympathetic to those two idiots.

Fred was put in a cardboard box, and his body was sown to the ground. While the task of begging is Peter, they disguise themselves as people from far away, and say the money is for the donation of his sister (Fred) who is pretending to be sick in the cardboard.

Then after that they immediately ran, and entered into the bus. With lightning fast they change their clothes again with famous brand clothes. Then after that they start the engine bus, and immediately refuel.

Then quickly, and their recklessness soon caught up with me crazily. The whole trip with my uncle was a lot of fun. We share stories in our lives, maybe what you tell us about him is true, or honest.

Instead, I told him about the lies. More precisely I made up the story I had experienced in my life. I told my home address to this uncle, and this uncle immediately drove me home.

"Uncle... What was it when uncle was a child, uncle felt happy?" I asked innocently, because I guess I was never happy, or maybe I didn't realize it.

"Happy huh?. I don't know.. Uncle doesn't know, uncle raised in an orphanage. My mother took care of me, and also my uncle's sister. Then the mother said that my parents didn't want to take care of me. That's why I was in the parlor, and raised there" said the uncle.

Again like this.why do I always ask arbitrarily about this uncle. Again, I remember bad memories. I always talk wrong about him.

"I'm sorry, again I asked you something you're not wearing" I said feeling guilty.

"Haha! it'sit's okay... No need to think, uncle wants to know..what is it like to get parental affection?" ask the uncle who tried to keep smiling even though his heart was suffering.

"Hmm. I don't know. I can't feel the love of anyone in this world. Even though my parents were very nice to me. I can't feel it at all" I said.

"Hmm? why that?"

"I don't know either. There seems to be something strange with my heart. I'm a person who doesn't care about others, and only cares about myself. It seems that from birth my heart was completely numb" I said unconsciously telling her my true life.

After that our conversation became silent for a moment. Did I say wrong? I thought because I kept asking her bad memories. That's because I don't know, and I don't think much about him. But I wonder to him how a person like uncle can survive only with the affection of others.

What made uncle so steadfast, and rose from his bad memories. He knew that his parents did not love him at all. Is there anything valuable that uncle can survive until now?.