I’m desperate to know how you are.
I hope you’re deep asleep.
Not me. My cousin.
I don’t hang out with him as much compared to when we were kids. He’s got his gangsta life and I’ve got my fairly straight edge one. I went with him to do errands today though, as well as him paying me back some money I loaned him. We bought supplies for his boy Royce, who’s life he unfortunately can’t be a major part of at this point in time due to conflicts with the mother. It also just happened to be only the second time I’ve seen the kid.
We arrived at the apartment and the aunties were welcoming. Boy, did that baby glow like the night sky on the fourth of July when he saw his papa though. Its crazy. Its madness. How two parents who I assume can’t stand each other can create such innocence and wonder. How such a little lad could calm a frequent storm called his father. How love, seemingly like energy, does not completely vanish but instead takes another form.
Shy but joyful, I managed to play with him for a bit with some help from his dad. Kid giggled and laugh like no other and I couldn’t help but be infected. Then his dinner time came and we had to say our byes.
On the way back to the car, my cousin exclaimed
"Man. You know sometimes I wake up and forget I have a kid."
I laughed a bit because I know he has a way with exaggeration.
I hope he never truly forgets though. And I hope I get to hang out with them more. And if worse comes to worse, I know I ain’t no godfather but I will guardian the hell out of that baby if need be.