09-14-2010, 10:42 AM
Jordan stared at Cadence, then shrugged. "Almost eight years," he smiled softly, his eyes sparkling. "My uncle taught me, and ever since he passed, I've been playing to keep his spirit alive," he explained, looking around the room, then smiling out the window, to the sky. He truly loved his uncle, more than his own father, for he had been the one, basically, to raise him, and love him back. His home life wasn't the best. He heard his father and mother fighting constantly, they got the cops involved most of the time, and other shitty things.
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