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Something is wrong.
That's my first thought when Uncle welcomes us into his house. Maybe it's the presence of something that nicks me like someone breathing down my neck. I uncomfortably tug at my collar. Amal notices my uneasiness but says nothing about it.
"Come on in," Uncle says, an enthusiastic smile on his face. I relax a little. The genuineness of his happiness at seeing me makes me feel better already.
I should stop worrying about things so much. Everything's fine.
"Thank you," Amal says, as he closes the door behind us.
"Let me get a good look at you, my boy," Uncle stands in front of me, inspection mode full on. He slaps me affectionately on the shoulder. "I'm glad to see you've been eating lately."
I grimace, stealing a glance at Amal who looks a little lost. "
