19: Is It a Man?

"Uncle Victor." I greeted him with a smile. "How're you? Taking your meds on time, right?" 

The elderly man chuckled. "I was hoping you would not ask that, dear." 

He was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in a dark suit and his legs were covered with a black blanket. 

When he was in his early forties, an accident occurred and he lost his legs. He was one of my grandfather's partners and after his death, I would come to visit Uncle Victor Fernandez at least once a month. 

Although my and his age was years apart, the age factor did not stop me from befriending him. He gave out a vintage vibe, similar to my grandfather which made me closer to Uncle Victor after my grandfather Eric died. 

I had only some supporters I could rely on and trust and those were my friends, Uncle Max, Michael, and Uncle Victor. 

"Good girl, did someone try to mess with you these days?" Uncle Victor asked nicely. He had a smile playing on hi