Arianna’s pov
Mr. Jude Peterson whom I have known all my life as Uncle Peter is a stout, tall, bald man in his late fifties. Before my mum’s death, he visited our house twice every week; Mondays and Fridays. I saw him as a lazy lawyer, since he spends most of his Mondays and Fridays either playing with me or chatting with my mum.Nonetheless, I love him too. He always buys me a lot of candy and toys, he plays with me, and tells me stories so I always wait for his visits earnestly.
When I grew older, I asked my mum about his relationship with us.
“He's a distant relative”. My mum said with a smile.
“Oh really?”. I asked.
“Yes, he's a distant cousin of mine”. She replied.
Uncle Peter was the only adult, other than my mum, whom I could relate with comfortably. He's always ready to
