Stellos 第一章：父亲们是真正的英雄(12)

“ Do you want some coffee Alicia?”
I turned to Uncle Barlow as he pulled out the mugs and I simple said one word: “ Sure.”
He placed the pods into the keurig and made the coffee. I could smell mine: cream and sugar with a hint of hazelnut and cinnamon. It was the way my father made mine and Uncle Barlow knew that was how I liked it. I love Uncle Barlow but right now it feels like he is trying to be my father. I clearly know he isn’t but it feels like he’s trying to be. I’m not angry at him but I wish he wouldn’t. Uncle Barlow already had a wife and a kid who was only 10 years old( they couldn’t show up to the funeral because the kid was sick, which is understandable). I took a seat on the couch and Uncle Barlow handed me the cup. The smell of cinnamon managed to put me at ease slightly. As I sipped the cup I could feel a sense of nostalgia overcoming me. I could see my father slaving away over a hot stove jamming out to Elton John while he made me breakfast. As I pulled the cup away from my lips I could sense Uncle Barlow just staring at me.