That morning Yohan was woken up by three small knocks on his room door, when he opened it,
"Uncle?" his brow raised slightly
"Yes," his uncle said calmly, a little too calmly.
"Is anything the problem?" he asked.
His uncle cleared his throat awkwardly, "I was wondering if we could have an important talk before you go to work,"
"Okay," Yohan said, stepping out of the room.
'What could he possibly want?' he wondered. His uncle, the small lanky man, was fully dressed for work with a button down shirt and brown trousers.
He wasn't smiling, in fact it seemed like he was even a little bit tense as he took a seat opposite Yohan at the dining table.
Although Yohan could see the underlying empty sadness in his eyes, combined with the pathetic hopeless expression he wore, he hardly felt any pity for his uncle.
'He's handling it better than I expected, I have hardly even heard his voice since yesterday'
