/Xavier’s POV/
After having pizza with mom, which was like one of the fun things we’ve done together in years, we talked about almost everything even the farthest talking. My uncle Alexander, it wasn’t hard to guess that my mom loved her brother very much. She would never stopped talking about him to me, telling me just how funny and great he was. I really wish I remember him but all there was a faint memory. My mom said I’ve seen him before that he was my favourite but anytime I tried to remember, all I get was a headache so, instead of trying to recall him I just simply…listen to her stories of him. I was really glad he was a great man. I rubbed my exhausted face before standing to clear the empty boxes of pizza my mom had devoured after she left. I moved to my fridge to grab a bottle
