epilogues ic community.

My nephew has all these big dreams. I'd say he gets them from me, but that'd be a lie. His ideas are only getting bigger as he's getting older, and since my brother's off working, I'm the one who has to field all his questions. This is what our letters look like these days:

Can I spend the summer with my friend so we can play music?

Ask your dad.

He didn't write back. So, can I?

No.

You don't have to tell him.

You want me to lie to him?

No, just... don't tell him the truth. Please? You're my favourite uncle.

I'm your only uncle. No.

I hate you.

Go study or your dad will have both of our heads mounted on the wall when he gets back.

And so on. (That last one is an exaggeration.)

Teenagers. Are they all so bloody demanding or am I just lucky?