My pizza love story

Why I love pizza

SO basically, I started to like pizza when i was about 5 maybe idk. Me and my uncle were making pizza cuz u no family bonding and shit. He used to be my everything. He was the one who i went to for help personal or any kind. he practically raised me. With my parents at work all the time he watched us for at least 6 hours or more everyday. I loved him. He taught me how to do practically all of the things I can do today. Well, besides my dad. He was like my best friend but my uncle. We could talk about anything. I was comfortable and I felt safe around him. He was my world and i loved him dearly. So yah, we were making pizzas and we had to do the dough and he threw it and it got stuck on the light thing on my ceiling. We started laughing and it fell down. But we ate it anyways. I was 5. Anyways, after that day he told me he had some stuff to take care of that week so he was not going to be there to watch me and my brother and sister. So that week rolled over rlly slowly. We barely did anything with this new babysitter. She just sat on our couch ate OUR pizza that WE made and watched her damn Spanish opera thing idk. But she sucked. So when that week was over i was ecstatic. I could NOT wait to see my uncle Tony (thats his name). But as i waited he never showed up. I got worried and asked my parents where he was. They said he had done a bad thing. As a 5 year old, i obviously had no idea what to think of it or what it meant. So I still had my hopes up. Apparently he was in jail because he was caught with a loaded gun, drugs, and several other weapons. I.....was.....devastated. I cried my eyes out for ever. I rlly just wanted my uncle. I visited him once. I gave him a hug and then i punched him. I yelled and kicked as i cried my eyes out and screamed at the top of my lungs that I hated him. But i still loved him deep inside. I asked him why and he said that he got into some trouble and he needed help. I told him i would always be there for him. But he said i couldn't help. But my 5 year old self didn't care. So we left and i threw the rest of the pizza away. My older self now was mad that i did that lol. But from that day forward I will always remember the memories I shared with my uncle Tony.  

So that is my story. I no it sucked but don't judge. My uncle is fine and out of jail now. A part of me will always love him and another part is still mad at him for leaving us like that. He is doing great now. He is getting his life back on track and has a job and lives with my cousin. I will always love him. He is family and i thank him everyday in my prayers for my love of pizza that he gave to me. You will forever and always be in my heart. Thank you uncle Tony.