What is love,
What is growth,
What is knowing,
When you smiled at me,
You melted my heart, Continue reading
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I wake up,
We had an awesome choice to make,
On my mind in an arid municipality,
In the shadow of Portman western architecture,
In a lofty position amidst the empire peach of the south,
Looking down across a familiar terrain, Continue reading
We arrived outside of Boston, and my mother made the call to my sister-in-law, “We’re around the corner, do you want to come to lunch?”
My sister-in-law let her know that she was coming back from the store, and was actually outside with my niece (whom, I’d had yet to meet). She took off running, as did I to find my niece in her stroller wearing the Adidas onesie I had purchased will in San Francisco earlier this year…San Francisco…Yoshi…Sushi…that’s another story. And I peered into the stroller, my niece, confused by the new faces, stared trying to determine whether to affix her gaze on her mother, and try to calculate why these “new” adults were entering her world. Everyone entered, while I collected items from the rental that may not have been safe left outside. I walk inside eventually, to hear my niece crying at the top of her lungs. This was strange, although I only knew her from photographs, simply because I had seen, and heard about how much of a happy baby she was. Granted, I’m not surprised by a child being shocked, scared, and surprised by new faces. But the cries and screams, I was taken aback. But then I noticed one constant occurrence between my 7 ½ month old Libra niece, between her cries. After I had entered, she’d look back at me pause, look forward to my mother, and begin to cry again…look back at me, pause…look forward and pause. Now I’m not silly, and not a fool, and understood what I saw. In the past, all of my friends daughters I had been able to calm, and put to sleep, even my current toddler niece. With this, I saw my cue, and I walked forward, kneeled down, and with my first niece of our bloodline, I picked her up, and her cheeks, though stained by tears, allowed her eyes to dry up, and she smiled, stopped crying and sat calmly in the arms of her uncle whom she had never met before.
How did I feel…special. Special to know that I was able to experience a love and understanding from a new family member, who had not met me before…and I will insert, the Libra – Taurus bond works one of two ways, very great, or very bad. I see with family (cuzzo, and now niece) out family and Zodiac bond is connected. But, that has less to do with what I mean to put across, SPECIAL, to feel that feeling, and it’s not a baby’s love for a caretaker, or the reciprocal love, it’s that simple feeling of someone whether it be an infant niece, or a woman who loves me, or my Mother, to say the least, to make you feel Special. You don’t owe them anything, nor do they…and yes it can be a father or brother too, it’s just that love. It’s very calming, and promising to feel that feeling. It will come.
That’s what I learned, after that…nothing else really mattered this weekend (to YOU, that was not meant in any way, shape, or form against YOU…WE have other things WE need to deal with). And my manuscript copyright is updated!!!
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.