Uncle Wang

Uncle Wang in my childhood memory seldom went home and got together with us, although I regarded myself the one who came home the fewest.

He seemed to favor boys.I, a girl, tried hard to please him to get attention, but in vain.

I used to be indifferent to him because he didn't hand over a single candy or an apple to me as I was small mouthwatering for snacks.To be deeper, I adopted this mischievous way to run even with him—another means to get his attention, failed again.

I once looked through my Uncle's four thick photo albums, no single picture of me. However, by that opportunity, I understood the nature of his job more.

As an engineer,nearly 40, he could not marry, for he did not want to break a family due to the instability of his job.

I saw he and his colleagues took photos together enjoyfully after the completion of a project, knowing that he belongs to his job and colleagues, not to us.

I am longing for seeing him again in my hometown.