I was about five years old when it happened. I was taking a bath, splashing around in the tub. Then I saw out of the corner of my eye a man. When I turned to look at him head on I wasn't scared, I knew he meant me no harm. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a button up shirt, his hair was slicked back with gel. He just stood their smiling at me, and I was smiling back. He looked familiar, but I didn't know where I'd seen him at the time. Then I heard my mom coming around the corner, and the man disappeared. When I told my mom that I saw a man she started freaking out thinking someone was in the house. When she knew there was no one in the house she sat down next to me and started asking some questions. She told me to describe him and I gave her a good detailed description. Her eyes filled with tears and I though I had upset her with my story.
When I asked her what was wrong she said the man was her brother, my uncle. He had died a few years ago from a gun shoot wound. She went back in her room and retrieved a picture she asked me if it was the man I saw. I nodded yes as I remembered the gentle eyes that I had seen early. My mom started praying then and calling out my uncles name asking him to come back.
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