Tell him to ask away

"What's on your mind?" you ask.

"Well, a few years ago, your father and I were having a few over at the pub. He was good and drunk, and he said something that I haven't been able to forget."

"What was it?"

Uncle Kyle looks uncomfortable. "Please understand, he didn't say it unkindly, but he did mention your 'deformity'. Now, for the life of me, I can't imagine what he was talking about. You look perfect to me."

You blush, your white stripes turning pink, and look down at the counter. You want someone to know the truth about you, but it would break your heart to have Uncle Kyle look at you like you're a freak.