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Uncle Zack and Azalea were over for lunch today.

While my mother and Uncle Zack chatted, Azalea helped me prepare the meal. We exchanged how our lives have been. She works in the camp five days a week and writes letters for people who can't read or write (or are perhaps too lazy to do so). Her mother was also amazing in language and literature, so she carries on in her footsteps, she told me. I didn't know anything about how my Aunt Hazel passed away, so I felt like this was the opportune moment to ask. My uncle does not like to speak of it, and Azalea was too young to witness the event first hand, but she told me what she could.

My aunt was working late one night, and my uncle and cousin were at home, my cousin already asleep. On her drive home, she got into a horrible car accident that killed her pretty much instantly. There were no witnesses to the crash, and so the police tried the best they could to solve the mystery of what exactly happened. The car's windshield had a large impact cracking on the driver's side and the vehicle was smashed in the front from hitting a tree. A few strange feathers were also found at the scene, but nothing more. Azalea told me that her father believes, as well as the police to a certain extent, that a Sim-Sim bird hit the windshield.

She had just finished telling me this sad tale when my uncle stepped into the kitchen to sample what had attracted his nose. My father came home for lunch and we all ate together.