The iron was suspended and hung in mid-air. All eyes were focused on Uncle Graziano. He came towards me in big strides. He then squatted down and cupped my chin to look at my face. Unfortunately, my face had already swollen like a pig's head. My eyes were almost a slit. He frowned somewhat in disgust. I quickly lowered my head to show him the tattoo on the back of my neck. 

Uncle Graziano then revealed a look of surprise and exclaimed, “Oh my God, it's you!”