Looking for. My long lost uncle

Previously

…He went inside and found the letter on the kitchen table. His father had left it there, perhaps for anyone to read, perhaps as a reminder of the truth that had finally come to light. Michael folded it and put it back in the envelope. He tucked it into his shirt, next to his heart. The next morning, he would carry bricks again. But now, he carried a new understanding. He was not just Michael Langa son of Mike Langa. He was a child of a story, of secrets and sacrifices, of love that crossed bloodlines. He was part of something larger than himself. And in that knowing, he found himself more clearly than ever before.