“ You did this, you ruined my family!....”, David screamed at me, anger taking over his features, he's was no longer crying for our father's loss, he's now blaming me for our father's death all because he never learnt from Uncle Dale, he's avoiding responsibility and blaming me for what his insane and useless decision has brought.
I just sat there taken aback that this is coming from him, how much of a sh*t has that woman of a mother feed this boy, not just foods but useless and unthoughtful mindset, his mentality is ruined and wrecked, now he's trying to blame me for what he did actually put our father through.
What would uncle Dale do in this situation?, I asked myself, if I was to do as my mind tells me, I would walk straight to him with a fist damaging his jaw and breaking off all those weak tooths he used in chewing and eating trash, but Uncle Dale won't do such, the man I knew would remain calm in this situation, can that even be possible, especially for the loss I am also going through here.
“ Yes.... And what are you going to do about that than eat yourself to sleep, I believe you don't know the content inside this letter, what if he was struggling to tell the warden and officers what a misery I brought upon the family but they never listened, he possibly wanted to write this to you too but it's now in my hand and you can't do anything about it because you're helpless and powerless David, Uncle Dale will regret having you as a successor, maybe he's wishing what if.....”, I wasn't done talking when David angrily attacked me, I didn't do much, just pushed him away from me as he fell on the floor without control, “ I would have held this back if Uncle Dale was still alive, but now his no more, here's the only thing I have got to tell a loser like you, you're pathetic and weak, a blo*dy f**king mistake....”, I walk away from there.
I didn't mean any single word I said in there, everything I said in there was a lie and it pains me for saying such an evil words to him, but that is exactly what I think Uncle Dale would do, he doesn't care whether you're going on the right path or not, just take responsibility for your actions and say the hard truth to those who fears it, the reaction you get from your actions shows what a man you just scolded would become. 
As much as I wanted to tell him, that I can never hurt Uncle Dale, that he's just acting up because he's going through a lot of pain and agony, I wanted to bring him closer and tell him everything will be alright, but no, I did the exact opposite of those things, I pushed him to the ground, accepted that I was the reason Uncle Dale was no more and even gave him an illusion to think of concerning the content of the letter Uncle Dale left behind, he's just back there with Uncle Dale lifeless body, I have two last things to do that will end up breaking him in pieces, first is that I would be leaving him behind here and driving back home as he would look for his way home, while the second part of it would be the worst of it all, which would be happening tomorrow.
Am I really doing the right thing?, Hope I didn't go to far with this lessons, what if I end up making things worst?, Should I just stop this madness?. That was the thought replaying in my head as I kept on my driveway, Uncle Dale never asked where I would be going then, he never cautioned me for making that decision, instead he was looking forward to it until I disappointed him in the last minute, he never thinks it twice when he makes a decision, why should I continue to think about him then?, When I knew that this will bring out the man buried inside of him all this while, he will get himself back to his home, I don't care how he does it, but it's left for him to decide.
Immediately I came back into the main City, the first place I visited was the church, I committed a sin and I have to confess and ask God for forgiveness. I knelt down before the chapel, speaking to my heavenly Father, asking him for the forgiveness of my wicked act towards my brother, those hateful black hearted speech, those attacks I fired at him, pushing him down before me and never cared whether he got injured by it or not, those admissions concerning the death of Uncle Dale which I believe I have no hand in, I prayed to my heavenly Father, using that opportunity to mourn and cry for my dead Father whose body was still laid back there, I can't remember the last time I cried like a baby like this, multiple emotions washing through me as I couldn't keep control of myself, why does this has to happen to a man who loves nothing more than his family, a man who knows the wickedness of the world and can shower them on you in a way that brings positivity out of your life.
I woke up, seeing myself still lying before the chapel, it's about time the mourning should be over Jones, I said to myself as I got myself up, cleaned off the dirts on my clothing, David mourned his child in the Bible until the child died, after then, he was automatically back to normal, getting ready to take back good care of his kingdom given to him by God, let the dead bury the dead, that's the word and I should honor it, time to go back being Uncle Dale's son.