Uncle Reece was just getting out of the shower as I was walking by. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought he looked like my dad. He caught me staring at him and asked if I needed the bathroom. I told him what I saw but he said that I look more like my dad than he did. I don’t think I look like my dad at all.
Of course, both of us standing there almost naked was bound to lead to us heading for the bedroom. While we were standing beside the bed kissing, I realized what it was really all about. My dad was not a bad father. He tried his best, but looking back, I don’t think he was really comfortable with kids, any kids. He was more open, as I got older, but, by then, we were distant from each other, and I was figuring out that I was gay, which just made me pull away more. I always like my Uncle Reece. A lot! But he was just my uncle, so we only saw each other so much. Then, of course, he disappeared…
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