My paternal family literally murdered an uncle by letting him rot in a house for over 30 years, and they would treat/feed him like a dog. Said uncle passed away when I was 13; I am 18 now. It’s been 5 years, and nobody has ever done anything to bring him justice. Prisco, I’m sorry I didn’t save you. I’m sorry they didn’t let me see you, except for the times you would lift your head above the small “door” they had on your house, and I would see your sky blue eyes staring into mine. I’m sorry. May your soul be free of torment, wherever you are right now. I love you, Prisco.
