“Maya,” he said quietly, using my name like a question he was afraid to ask out loud.
He nodded. “I’m not trying to be your uncle. I’ve just been… here. Quietly.”
“You’re not too much,” Unc said once, while we repotted my dying fern. “He was too little.”
“Tea,” he said. “With honey. You look like you haven’t slept.”
“Maya,” he said quietly, using my name like a question he was afraid to ask out loud.
He nodded. “I’m not trying to be your uncle. I’ve just been… here. Quietly.”
“You’re not too much,” Unc said once, while we repotted my dying fern. “He was too little.”
“Tea,” he said. “With honey. You look like you haven’t slept.”
