Flashfoward- 13 years later

"Here is! My little teenager" Lucy smiled as Steven came down the stairs, in his school uniform.

I stood in the doorway as Mother and son shared a tight hug.

Steven turned to me.

Like I said, 13 years ago he was going to be the spit of Steve. And beleive me, he was.

Small black eyes, pale skin, that black emo hair and at a tall height.

"Happy Birthday Son" I took my favourite nephew into a hug.

"You wanted to give me something" Steven said, placing his bag on the table before sitting down beside me on the sofa.

I pulled out the white envelope that Patrick handed to me 13 years ago before leaving in a taxi. "Little Steven will make good use of this"

"Make good use of this eh son?" I said, before putting it into his hand.

"What is it?" He asked.

"A friend of mine, handed it to me 13 years ago. When you were born, I didnt bother to open it. I'm letting you open it"

He gave me a small smile before pulling open the ceal.

He peered inside and pulled out what appered to be a 5 page letter.

"Steven. My Nephew, born on boxing day 2011. The evening of my death. Sorry, wrong way to introduce myself. It's your Uncle Steven (yeah sorry bro, your named after me). I asked a kind man, who came to visit me one evening I think his name was Patrick. I'm not to sure, anyway I asked him to give this to your Uncle Pete to give to you when he felt the time was right. Trust me, you have a great family behind you. Your Mum will protect you and I trust you do the same in return, your Uncle Pete, treat him with the utmost respect and I'm sure he'll do the same for you. And Grandad Ian, look after him for me. Make sure he dosent talk to you about girls to early (he did that with me) (and let your Uncle Pete do that), Granny Jane, support her in all matters good or bad, just don't going shooting her like I did. As for Patrick, tell him I send my thanks. I'm glad it got to you in the end. You see, what you don't know is. I'm sat on a cloud in heaven watching you read this. I'm so proud of you, the way you turned out. A genuine thoughtful young lad and I HATE to admit this (you look like me. Get your Mum to show a picture of me, then look in the mirror. You'll see what I mean). Anyway son, must fly. Post is bad up here.

All my love kiddo, Uncle Steve. xx

Steven wiped a tear from his eye, I placed an arm over his shoulder.

"See Steven, your loved" I said.

"I'm glad your my Uncle"

I smiled.