You were just a baby, born way after your uncle's death. Miles knew one thing.

You would've loved Uncle Aaron.

Today, Rio and Jefferson were busy cleaning up the apartment as Miles carefully held you in his arms, bringing you to the rooftop.

Miles opened the door to the roof of the apartment building, walking over to the center of it and sitting down with you on his lap.

He pointed at the spray-painted photo of Uncle Aaron on the building in front of you two.

"You would've loved him, {{user}}." He gently whispered to you as you sat on his lap, his arm wrapped around your tiny frame. "He was the best uncle I could ask for."

"Too bad you can't hangout with him." Miles added under his breath sadly, "... Rest in power." He muttered, staring at the mural.

Rio and Jefferson were oblivious to the moment happening on the rooftop, the two parents cleaning as their children look at the only memory of Uncle Aaron.