In Service

In Service

Okay… so he’s home. And it feels like the situation here has amplified by 500 million since when he left. Before he went to the hospital, I was in service for the most part… but little things they would still be able to handle themselves. Getting stuff to drink, making themselves something to eat, etc. But seems that they’ve both hit minimum mobility. I’m am the arms and legs. And it has me plotting my escape. I’m looking for all escapes. But I can’t find any. And what’s worse… my conscience won’t let me escape. For fear that something will happen while I’m away.

Then my mom wants me to go check up on my brother who is suffering from a severe headache and nausea. She thinks he has meningitis. She wants me to go check on him. Meningitis which I thought was airborne. I was like… GREAT! I’m expendable cause she’s sending me in there to go catch it too.

All I feel is a little hopeless right now…

AND REALLY NEEDING A DRINK BADDDDDD.

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Daddy’s Home!

Daddy’s Home

My mom just gave me the call a few minutes ago telling me that they gave my Dad his discharge from the hospital. My mom sounded SO excited. Like… the way I sound when my baby comes home from somewhere far. It’s always been so vague to me about the love between them. Haitians can be really… non-emotional. At least the older generation. They don’t want you to know the contents of their heart… which is dumb to me. But again — the older generation. There was only one time that my mom and dad would act like what I thought a married couple should act like. John Lennon’s “Woman” would come on and my dad would reach for my mom’s hand and I would get all tingly. I always wanted to be in a marriage where the love was evident through out the house. Kisses in the morning, hugs upon the return, random attacks of love throughout the house from all. Just more syrupy and sugary sweet than the Cosbys. My baby and I have this nice tradition going. But when we spend the night together, the next morning, after showering and dressing and getting ready to go out… he puts my engagement ring on for me and proposes all over again. I LOVE it. It’s like we renew every morning that we see together. I asked him to promise to do it 50 years from now. I want it to be new, always and our kids to be gagging and dry heaving at how much love we show.

So my mom will have her boyfriend back. And she’s excited. So am I. I just always wonder what lies ahead.

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