Assumption

I stopped right in front of the door, furrowed my brows when I didn't see the bouquet of flowers that Uncle Jackson usually left in front of my house. Since I begged uncle not to wait in front of my house, he decided to change his apology technique, which was to send a bouquet of flowers with an apology letter tucked in between the flowers. Usually I would take the flowers to Aunt Sharma's house, one of the florists not far from my house. While the letters I kept in my desk drawer. Sometimes I take the time to read the letters. Almost everything was about how sorry he was for his past stupidity. And each time I read the letters, my suspicions of Uncle Jackson gradually diminished. Starting from 100 percent until now only 50 percent left. Uncle Jackson's seriousness when he was waiting in front of my house and all these letters and bouquets of flowers seemed to indoctrinate me to believe he wasn't a bad person. But of course I tried to control my mind. So far I haven't found any othe