"Hi Mark, I'm Mr. Bellamy, your mom's brother. I'm really sorry about your parents. As your uncle, I'm here to comfort you and let you know that I'll take care of you."
My parents had died two weeks earlier and we were sitting at their funeral service. Mom always talked about her big brother uncle Bellamy but for some reason we never visited him. Now here he was, probably the only family I had left after my parent's tragic boating accident.
I tried my best to be polite to him but the truth is I was not in the mood to talk to anyone.
After the funeral, uncle Bellamy and his wife Terry helped me pack. They assured me that everything was going to be fine.
"What about mom and dad's stuff?"
"I'll take care of that but if there's anything you need, pack it."
A few hours later, we boarded a plane and I left my life behind. That was a year ago on one of the worst days of my life.
The Bellamys lived in a huge estate. They owned the biggest hotel in town so money was not a problem for them.
Mrs Bellamy managed the hotel and she spent almost all her time there. She was an overly stern lady and seemed to control everything around the house. I did my best to stay out of her way.
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