Today's OneWord: Relative

I hadn't seen this particular relative of mine in quite a while: My Uncle Tobias, who had transitioned seven years ago, and who had sobered up after decades of trying to lay down the booze. Now he was standing in front of my house, a full beard around his jaw, holding a pumpkin pie.

"Thanks for having me," he said in a voice that was lower than mine - which was rather impressive.

I smiled and escorted him into the kitchen, where my mother was still working on the mashed potatoes.