He was always there with his big smiles and loads of balloons. We always enjoyed being with him, we giggled on his stupid acts by which he tried to amuse us and all other kids there in that park, where we used to visit every weekend. He was Uncle Mick for us, who was hired by that park to amuse and entertain the visitors, not only on weekends, I always found him there even on weekdays when I sometime visited there. Being a bit mature kid among all our crew, one weekend I noticed Mick was not enthusiastic as he was used to be. I asked him, but he kept on playing with low energy, I kept on insisted and he removed his big Mickey face, with red crying eyes and said…
I’m a human inside.
I stopped going to that park on weekends now but I know Uncle Mick is still smiling there and no one knows what’s burning inside him.
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