I found my uncle on FaceBook.
Okay, well, technically he isn’t my uncle anymore. My (horrible, terrible, awful human being) aunt divorced him shortly after my cousin’s death way back in 2001. And I have had no contact with my uncle, my H*******masa (“masa” means “my mother’s sister’s husband”) since then.
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