He was the only thing I had,
The only one that was always there for me. My parents don't care about me, only my uncle. He was me, it was so hard to lose him, people say i look almost exactly like him, he wasn't my dad, but he was a big part of me. at times i feel as if he is there next to me, comforting me when i feel sad or lost. He lives in me, my uncle, the man who named me, the man who loved me as if i was his daughter. I love him so much, i may not be able to see him in person, in the flesh, but, i look at my reflection, and i see him. His body may be dead, but his spirit lives on, he is me.