Three years ago in the summer of 2012, my mom decided to plan a trip to Georgia. This trip was a random surprise to say the least, but she insisted we all go, not like we had much of a choice. We didn't know at the moment, but this was to meet a lost uncle we didn't know about, which was her lost brother.
While driving to Georgia, my mom told me and my two brothers the backstory of our uncle as we were on our way there. Our uncle Gillermo, also nicknamed Santa, lived with my mom and the rest of my grandma's family back in Guadalajara, Mexico. There were complications between our uncle and his father, his dad was a person full of rage and hate due to the loss of his legs. My uncle didn't want to deal with his furious dad and the system of Mexico anymore so he decided to immigrate to the United States, but didn't tell anyone where he was heading. Twenty-five years later my mom was browsing through her facebook account and got in contact with a woman and had posted pictures with her brother. She messaged her and she told my mom to come to Georgia.
We arrived at Georgia and we found our uncle outside of a tattered country home, I didn't know the man. This man appeared just like a hobo right off the street, covered in hair and filth like a bear that had just rolled through the mud and then stolen Santa’s beard. My mom sprinted out and embraced him, and she introduced us to him. A few moments later we were invited to his home, and met ten different family members. A bunch of what people might reference to as the typical "rednecks". They knew my mom was a cosmetologist and had their hair showering the sidewalk the next moment. The part that had an explosion of emotion, a waterfall of feeling as my mom proceeded to cut "Santa's" hair and beard. He hadn't cut his hair since he left his home at Mexico, so everyone was so surprised about it.
The visit lasted a few days and we got to meet a whole side of the family we didn't know existed. We left shortly after to go back home, but when we arrived my mom got a call from my uncle. His wife was diagnosed with cancloster. I haven't heard much from them since then.
The story begins very well, I like how you described your uncle. I also enjoyed how you pained a picture of where you were and how life was there. I feel you could have elaborated more on how your uncle was at the time since the story is about finding him but it is over all a very good story.
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