The older man was hitting a nail into the wood in his workshop and humming a tune. His truck was parked in front of the workshop and he went back inside to get something. He was clad in a pinafore over a striped shirt and safety boots. When he returned to the workshop, someone was seated in his workshop. He halted on seeing the man then a smile broke out on his face.
"Mio figlio!" [My son]
Riccardo smiled and stood up from the seat. "Uncle Salvatore." He hugged the man so tightly and they held each other for a while and finally pulled away.
"You are always sneaking up on me," his uncle said. "Look how thin you have become, have you been feeding at all?"
Riccardo laughed. "Of course, I have been feeding well, I am in my father's house," Riccardo said and sat back on the chair.
Uncle S
