'Been out with Uncle Jack, turns out all that mischief was all fake and he wants to sort it out with the family :) be back soon, stay safe!
-Dad''

But what?! How!
Most people wouldn't think this was strange and normally something like this would be quite normal, but the thing that confused me is that Uncle Jack, he...he...he died...2 years ago.
       Tears started falling down my freckled cheeks absentmindedly, I didn't even realise I was crying until I saw the drop of water fall on the note angrily clutched in my palm. 'This can't be' I kept on repeating that phrase over and over in my head, trying to convince myself that Uncle Jack wasn't alive, that this was all a dream and that I would wake up in a couple minutes and my dad would still be sat on the sofa. But alas, I knew this wouldn't happen, this was real. And Uncle Jack was still somehow alive.
      I slowly lifted my sleeve up to my cheek and wiped away the tears. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were red and blotchy, irritated by the tears. I was angry.
      Fuming.
     Dad new how close me and Uncle Jack were...WERE.
      I slowly climbed into my bed sheets with exhaustion, pulling my covers up I made a promise. A promise that if Uncle Jack was alive. He would not be forgiven.