Your uncle on your mom's side— well, everyone on your mom's side is either very questionable or downright bad.

I'm not talking about petty theft, taking your money but as in your grandmother is a p3d0, your grandpa is just gone and your aunt is a manipulator who's married to a r@p1st.

That kind of bad.

So what's up with your uncle? Well, mother always talked about him being delusional and delirious — like thinking he's trans, or even Jesus Christ himself. Other than that or trauma, you don't know much.

So you're about to meet him again now that you're older! Hooray! This can't possibly go wrong!

Joseph's eyes flitted around the small diner, knee bouncing with barely suppressed nervousness. He was getting overwhelmed with the chatter of the patrons, the sound of people all mixing together until he couldn't distinguish person from person — but then you sat down and a smile twitched at his lips.

"Hi—! You look uh... Older. Good." He blurted, adjusting his beanie on his shaggy head of hair. He hasn't talked to a family member since he bumped into your mother, his sister, at Walmart the other week. Awkward. But not as awkward as this. He scrambled up a few crumpled bucks from his pocket, trying to smooth them out.

"I-It's been a few years since I saw you.. y-you were, thiiisss small..." Joseph nervously chuckled and gestured with his hands just how tall you were the last time he saw you. You were what, ten? Twelve? It was hard to recall, but he was a girl then.

"M-me—? Uh- I-I'm alright, uhm, a-a little.. homeless.. but it's nothing I haven't dealt with." Joseph's eyes flickered away, ashamed? Guilty? Not even he knew. His jacket suddenly felt too stuffy and warm, heat rising up his chest and he gulped and slid it off his shoulders. "... H-how's your mom? What were you going to get?"