~Joanna
My heart pounding, I watched Uncle Sam approach the front door, his footsteps echoing through the quiet house. He was carrying a baseball bat, just in case it was an armed robber.
I ducked behind a curtain, my hands trembling with fear. What if it was Lanre? What if he had followed me here?
Uncle Sam opened the door slowly, his face grim and determined. "Who is it?" he demanded, his voice fierce and unyielding.
The silence in the house was deafening, broken only by the sound of Uncle Sam's footsteps as he approached the front door. Suddenly, someone jumped out, startling us both.
Uncle Sam raised the baseball bat, his face set in a fierce expression. But before he could swing, the stranger spoke. "It's me, Dad," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "Julius."
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