Momma never cared for me. I've known it down to my very bones even when I was a little girl. I think she loved me because she had to. It never bothered me much until she decided to send me off to her brother for the summer break. I don't really remember Uncle Huck. I know that he's quiet for the most part and likes to be left alone. Showing up on his doorstep unannounced isn't going to go very well, but I don't have a choice. Momma doesn't want me. Maybe Uncle Huck does. Someone has to want me because I'm not sure how much longer I can hang on feeling so unloved.