My best friend always says that her younger uncle is a workaholic and has a face that lasts forever.
Until I bumped into him in the study room, staring at my high school graduation photo.
"This photo... You've been hiding it for five years?"
The tips of his ears turned red and he closed the drawer in a panic: "It started when you first came home to do your homework."
My best friend pushed open the door and walked in: "Uncle, why are your face so red?"
"Ahem," he sat upright, "I'm tutoring your friend... On life lessons."
