Uncle Mike
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The day was bitter and worn.I sat collasped in the yard exhausted from the heat. I had been working all afternoon rending the stiff weeds from the thorny rosebush that we had planted just a few months back. My father was on the porch preparing for Sunday's sermon and my mother was crouched further down watering life into the depleted flower bed. Saturated in perspiration, I clutched my garden scissors and began waging war with my fierce task. Every now and again my mind would drift, and i would think of him. I always thought of my uncle. When nightfull seemed to swall the sky, I decided to turn in for the day. Momma scolded me for taking so long, and daddy prayed. That night i ate dinner with an uncertain expectancy...