Preface

It was the night before my one hundredth Christmas. I was excited for what would happen, my uncle was coming to my house for Christmas. Every single year my Uncle came over and I always got the best gifts. This year, I was expecting to get something huge, especially since I just turned a century old a few days before, but that wasn't the main reason why I was excited this year. I loved my uncle for as long as I could remember, he was my number one friend. I trusted him more than everyone else in my family. My mother would tell me stories about his crazy adventures when they were kids; now that I think of it, we were very similar when we were younger. She would say that he would travel through hyperspace creating stars and burning certain planets. Each story made me even more excited to see my uncle. She said that when she turned one hundred, her older brother, my uncle, who was one thousand at the time, decided to create seventy-five stars and only destroy twenty-five solar systems. I knew what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to destroy one hundred universes, I'm not a big fan of creating things. I knew the exact universes that I wanted him to destroy as well. It was going to be a fun Christmas celebration. As the night went on, my uncle never came. We waited and waited and waited, yet he never showed up. I was getting worried. I would ask my mom, "Mom, is Uncle still even coming this year?" She would look at me with her gentle yet terrifying black eyes and say, in a calming voice, "My dear, he should be here soon. I don't know what is taking him so long." Three hours later, we hear a galactic engine pull up into our cosmic driveway. It was my human father. I have never been so sad to see another human being since my last girlfriend broke up with me. Five more hours pass, now it is officially Christmas Day, and we still haven't heard anything from my uncle. I was beyond confused and angry that my uncle didn't even have enough courtesy to even call. I told my mom that I don't care anymore if he did or did not come to our house for Christmas, even though deep I did not mean a single word of it. A few more hours pass and I get word that my uncle, the man that I loved more than my own father, ended up dying a horrible and gruesome death in order to protect my life. I stood there, frozen, for a while. I don't remember anything that was said to me for a good day and a half. The craziest part is that I could not shed a single tear for him. Even though he was the man that I looked up to as a role model and he had everything that I wanted to have and that he was my best friend, I still could not cry after hearing the news. At the moment, I thought it was shock, but even to this day, I still can't cry for the loss of my best friend. I feel like something is wrong with me, I just don't know what it is.