Uncle Joe
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I had just returned from a long solitary afternoon walk in the forest. The house looked really pretty in the snow, with its fairy lights adorning the rafters and windows. In fact, it was quite picture perfect, so I stopped to take a photo. I framed the house against the white valley in the background, making sure that I included the lush green fir tree to the right of the house and avoided the somewhat tacky lighted plastic reindeer in the middle of the garden. The sun was low in wintery evening sky, a great time to capture the memories of the place in which I had stayed for the last two months as an exchange student to my Canadian host family.
It was my year off school, and I had decided to spend it far away from my family, far away from friends, and find myself. Having grown up in the inner city, there was no better place for me to reflect upon life than in this mountain wilderness. I was used to life being constantly busy, my parents pushing me into hard work at school and hard play outside of school, as well as all the extra-curricular activities including sports, theatre, music and dance. For now, I felt safely tucked away from the bustle of everyday life, and had spent most of my time reading books and lounging around, thinking about what I wanted out of life.
My host family didn’t complain about my lack of physical activity. They were an older couple who had never had any children and they were quite happy to have a surrogate son staying with them. They treated me very well. Mrs. Foster was happy to cook and clean for the family every day while Mr. Foster, now retired, sat around reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe. I sat all day long on the sofa devouring novels I had brought over from Europe. We made quite the old-fashioned family in many ways, but I knew it couldn’t last forever.
Today was Christmas day. Mrs. Foster had invited a couple to dinner that she and Mr. Foster had known for many years, and a friend that they called Uncle Joe. Joe wasn’t really an uncle, at least not to them. He was Mrs. Foster’s sister’s boyfriend, although many years younger than her, and he had been coming to Christmas dinner for the last eight or nine years since Mrs. Foster’s sister, Mary, had died in a tragic accident on a ski lift.
I had met Joe once before while we were touring the region. He lived in an isolated cabin on the side of a nearby mountain. We had stopped at his place for a couple of hours for refreshments and he had asked me loads of questions about my upbringing, my travels, why I was in Canada, what I wanted out of life, and so forth. He seemed very inquisitive, but at the same time quite genuine. Still, I felt a little uneasy because I felt like I was exposing my entire life to a stranger and yet knew little about him. He had a knack for keeping the conversation focused on me and my life, without offering much information about himself. I had made a mental note to learn how to ask questions instead of just answering them, realizing that I was young and inexperienced in the art of conversation.
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