When I was a child my uncle was a second father to me. I used to be on a year round swim team and although he lived in the bay area he would be at almost every meet. He would also introduce me to new sports and activities which I could never forget. As I turned eleven years old he completely disappeared from my life for what seemed like no reason. A year later my parents began receiving letters from him explaining how much he hated them and how he wished the worst for me and my sisters. Eventually I found out that his anger started when my father stopped giving him money. It was confusing finding these letters with such harsh language from someone who I thought would always be there for me. As social media like Facebook became more famous he
