“Nana, what’s wrong?” I asked her
“Did you notice that that disgusting camper was gone?” She asked in return.
“Yes, what happened? Where are Uncle Eddie and Uncle Mike? Are they okay?” All these questions came rushing to my mind. I couldn’t help but overload my Nana with questions until she answered all of them.
“Uncle Eddie got arrested yesterday. I’m sure you saw and smelt how bad he was getting. He and Uncle Mike were making meth in the camper. The camper was their meth lab. That’s why the camper looked like it did. I called the cops, because I knew what was going on. I have known for a while, actually. I just didn’t WANT to believe what was going on.” My Nana explained as I held her hand tight.
“What about Uncle Mike, where is he?” I asked with a soft voice so I wouldn’t trigger the waterworks again.
“He ran. We don’t know where he went, but he wasn’t here when the cops got here.” Nana sobbed. After everything my family has done to help and support my uncles when they had nothing… This hurts us all so bad. Why would they do this? What made