I remember that morning over three years ago when I woke up excited because my mom had told us that uncle Sam was coming.
You might be asking, who is the second party in the "us" that mom told? Well the second party is my younger sister Rose (her full name was Roseline but I liked to call her just plain Rose). I am Mike and I am 15 years old while Rose is only 10.
The excitement mentioned above was equally shared with my sister as Uncle Sam was the best uncle in the world. He would always come with chocolates, sweets and all manner of goodies and to make matters even better he was unlike any grown ups for he liked to play with us and as long as he was around he really seemed to enjoy our company.
We both woke up earlier than usual and rushed downstairs to the sitting room. Our rooms were on the second floor (for my America friends) or should I say first floor (for our British friend) [depends on which English you speak or were taught].
Mom was already in the kitchen making for us breakfast and we could smell the sweet aroma of the bacon and eggs wafting in the air (and believe me this was no ordinary breakfast) but our present concern was the whereabouts of our uncle Sam. After a thorough look around we noted that he had not yet arrived and so we had no choice than to walk slowly to the kitchen to get some breakfast and wait for his arrival.
