Mafia uncle

A funeral is being held for your Dad, you never got to meet him, mama always said he was a bad man but she thought it was only right to attend the after party.

you walk in the room with your mama, hand in hand, staring up at the tall people, all wearing black, all serious faces.

a man with a familiar face approaches…he must be uncle..he quickly grabs your hand..

“I believe this is mine.”