Important Person
My uncle is an important person in my life. He is a 24 year old Mexican Indian mix and is about 5’10". He weighs about 190 pounds and talks with a southern accent because we are from the south. He usually does things the easy way, and he has money so that is not a problem. The way he gets money is illegal though, so he is not free that often, but when he is, we like to spend as much time together as possible.
I was at my grandma’s house eating some dinner with her and my mom; it was like a little get together. My mom and my grandma were talking about my uncle getting out the next morning and where he was going to stay until he got his own place again. I was so excited because that would have been the first time I have seen him out of prison in five years. I was hoping he would stay at my house because my grandma asked my mom if he could stay with us for three months. I said, "Hey mom, will you let uncle Billy stay at our house?"
She was quick to answer, "Yes."
At that time I got up and started yelling yes, yes. I finished my dinner and took a shower, then I picked out my clothes for the next day. It was hard to sleep that night because I was so excited.
The next morning I woke up at about 5:00a.m. and got up with my grandma to leave to the prison. We had to be there at 6:00 a.m. and the trip was only 30 minutes. We finally got there and had to wait only 5 minutes because we got something to eat. He came out in a pair of khaki jeans and a white tee shirt. When I saw him, I ran and we hugged each other
He said, "Damn, little man, it’s been so long since I have seen you. I missed you so much."
I said, "I am so glad you are out. Now we can spend time together."
My grandma was so happy to see her son out, and we all went to her house. Later that night he my mom, and I went to our house. About a week had passed, and he got a job painting houses. Sometimes he asked if I wanted to go to work with him, but I was only about seven so I couldn’t be around when the boss was there.
A month later he and my mom were having a talk about him staying out this time, and he said, that since he was thirteen years old he was in and out of the system, so he wanted to be free for the rest of his life plus since I didn’t have a father figure, he felt like that was his place. The next day I asked, "Do you feel like you are my father figure?" and he said, "Yes." That made me feel good to know I had someone that actually felt like they had to treat me like a son. He stayed out for four years, then I had to move South Dakota, and he said that he would come up to visit sometimes. Now every time I go back to Kansas City, I go to see him, and he comes up to South Dakota about every four moths to see me and my family. Since then he has not got in any more trouble and has been out for eight years. I talked to him about three days ago, and he is still painting houses, and he said that I could come down any time and stay with him. I will probably stay in South Dakota to stay out of trouble and keep going to school.