As Uncle Zandro handed me the pistol, my memories with my Godfather Xiao Wei come to my thoughts. I started reminiscing those memories with him while tears forming at the corner of my eyes and brought a lump in my throat. I miss him, I miss his presence. To be honest, he is more than a father in the way he treated me. I think we have a lot of memorable bondings compared to my Dad. Dad is always busy traveling abroad for the expansion of our business and oftentimes he missed the activities in school that need the parents to be there but Uncle Xiao Wei is always there to fill in my Dad's shortcomings.
“Uncle, why do I need to have this? And why we won’t tell Dad about it?”
I was young then with Uncle Xiao Wei. I am asking about the procedure that he needs to undergo with me.
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