I Am A Single Soul - 1020 Words

Ever feel like that no one understands you, or what you are going though? I felt like that for a while. Then I met my uncle Brandon Buttry. The kid actually understood how I felt, he had been though similar things. As if that wasn’t good enough, he was known as the type of person who would always brighten your spirits up. About a lifetime ago, the first time I met the Buttry clan, I was the outcast. Truthfully most of the kids took their time in warming up to me. Honestly, I doubt they even wanted to spend time with me willingly. Eventually, Micah and Noah my aunt and uncle the same age as me; we became inseparable. Although before that Brandon was my only true friend. Never will I forget how grateful I am for the times that we bonded.†¦show more content†¦He didn’t stay with us that long, so he returned back to Nebraska City. I had some of my favorite memories with my uncle that include when he would tell stories or adventures, as he would consider them. The stories would be about events or life lessons that happened to him or adventures he would plan to have someday. When I was still a Buttry newbie, at a wedding I rode up with my grandparents, and everyone else would talk to someone’s else besides me. So Brandon kept me occupied with his words, we debated all time on different movies and shows. I actually had fun at that wedding because of him making me smile. Another memory, which was one of the last stories he shared with me, was when my family out visiting him. He mentioned to me how his dream was to enlist in the army, and to serve our country. Inside I didn’t want to tell him not to enlist and leave us, but all that came out of my mouth was to follow his dream. So he did, he signed up to serve our country. After that, thing get blurry, my other uncle Austin went blind, Brandon went to Georgia, which is the place where he trained. When he was there I wrote a few letters for him, I tried to make them enjoyable and help keep his sense of humor in line. Georgia is the place when he met Trevor, creepily now my aunt Macy’s boyfriend. If im being real here I thought Trevor was different, he was a hairdresser. Now I think he’s alright, he’s training in criminology to become a