“Hmm… uncle…” mere whispers came out from my mouth. How will I explain that it was his son who has put them there…
Uncle was still looking at my bruised wrist and aunty too joined him. "Who did this to you, sweetie? Is someone hurting you?" the uncle asked with a worried voice and hurt was on his face. Uncle loves me so much.
Aunt's eyes were filled with tears. “Tell us, dear. Is someone bullying you at college?” Aunt still thinks I'm a child. In a normal situation, I would have laughed but she asked me with so much concern. Her tears started falling down. They both love me so much. How I'm going to tell them that their son is the person who did this?
No, I can't tell them. I won't tell them. They will be more hurt, but what should I tell them instead? “Hmm… uncle, aunt” I was trying
