Uncle Henry was sitting on his pants, drowsy and lazily staring to the sky. We've talked about the pictures I posted. It isn't just discussion. He was simply asking about the photo and he didn't wait for me to explain like literally seeing zoned. He walked away, ignoring her.
And I hope that this time he would give way and give us chance.
And the photo I posted became popular because people assumed it was Enzo.
"Where are you going?"
I stopped before I could pass to Uncle Henry. I'm having an appointment to Enzo which the breakfast we mentioned previously didn't happened because of the busy schedule. And today he asked me, and I said yes.
"To Enzo, Uncle."
I said. And as his stare becomes doubtful, I look at him even more. I'm sure he won't believe it, especially after seeing the p
