Her mother held her daughter even more tightly, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I miss him too,” she said softly. They remained in each other’s embrace for a few moments, sharing their sorrow, until her mother managed a gentle smile and gently wiped away Mindy’s tears.
That was the last time Mindy spoke about her uncle’s house—at least, it was the last time for a few years. A few years down the line, when Mindy was around seventeen, she chose to ride her bike past her late uncle’s house. As she pedalled slowly, she felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her.