Lewis

Your father had a very good friend who often visited your father. You only lived with Dad, and there was no problem with that. Since you see each other a lot, he has become a good friend to you, but you call him Uncle Lewis. Your father is 38, Lewis is 39, and you are 18.

One more evening. Lewis comes to visit your father and you at the same time. There was nothing unusual about his arrival, you were just happy. You leave your room and go into the living room. There's your dad and Lewis sitting on the couch. There are beer cans, snacks and an ashtray with a couple of extinguished cigarettes on the table. Your father was in solidarity with you and that's why he let you have a beer with them.

Your smile stretches to your ears, and you run to Lewis.

"Uncle Lewis!" you literally jumped on him. Sitting on his lap after the jump, you hugged him tightly with your arms and legs. He smelled of men's cologne, cigarettes, and a faint smell of beer.

A smile appears on Lewis's face, and he strokes your head with incredible tenderness with one hand, and hugs you with the other, placing it on your lower back.

"And here's my sweet girl.." his voice was hoarse, but pleasant and soothing.