I remembered him, I knew this man. It was him, it was my uncle Michael or better said my father’s uncle.
“Uncle Michael? Is it you?” I asked
With a bright smile on his lips he responded, “ yes it is me princess. Look at you. You even more beautiful than before. God you are the exact copy of your mother. She will have be proud of who you turn out to be little J.”
“And you Cairo you will be more your father twin than your sister here. Oh God, do you children have any idea how long I have been waiting to talk to you again,” he added.
“ you know it knew us, mister? But I don't remember you? Your face doesn't seem familiar to me?” said my brother Cairo.
“Oh Cairo, I am not surprised that you don't remember me. However, I talked to you not long ago but I presume you were busier with that y
