Looking for. My long lost uncle

Previously

…The wind stirred, and Michael could have sworn he heard his father's laugh. He went back inside, climbed into the narrow bed beside Nandi, and laid his hand on little Mike's back. The baby breathed softly, his tiny body rising and falling. Michael closed his eyes, and for the first time in six years, he slept without dreaming of the accident. In the morning, he would go back to work. He would carry bricks, save money, and plan for a bigger house. He would help Bandile with his homework and take Amahle to buy fabric for her sewing machine. He would be a father, a son, a brother, a husband. He would carry on. But for now, there was only peace. And the warmth of his family, close and whole.