In my life your all in or all out. It's a lesson I had to learn and had I learned it earlier, I'd have saved myself a lot of heartbreak, time, and ruin. One I take seriously to protect myself, but use sparingly cause people come and go with a purpos...
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February 17th
"I'm here," I announced as soon as I walked through the door.
"Yamir's inside baby." Someone said softly from around some corner.
I instantly jumped and prepared to walk out the door. Maybe I walked in on something I wasn't supposed to see. Or worse, his mother.
Don't get me wrong , she's a beautiful lady. She stands at only 5'4 but there's something about her presence that just screams power. Her personality and tone demands respect. Although she has aged, she's aged like fine wine and is the wild card to be envious of.
But like I said. I'm not and wasn't a child before, but respect goes both ways. She had me caught up there then I'll admit, however I'm too old to be kissing someone's behind. Especially someone who gave shown me an inkling of respect in a while.
"Oh sorry." I said, breathing a huge sigh of relief when I saw the lady.
Even though I didn't know who she was, Yamir told me that he had to have caregivers and said he didn't like anyone but tolerated a lady named Patience. Maybe that's because it's what she's got cause I know dealing with him is a lot.
I was still embarrassed by the way I walked in though. I do knock like a normal person but he texted me giving me very specific instructions. He left the door unlocked for me and he wanted me to let him know verbally when I was here so he didn't shoot me. And his house is huge so I knew I kinda had to yell.
Finding something else to do, I decided to go back to my car to get some more stuff to lug inside. Today would be week one of Yamir's PT outings and I had a pretty great plan. And it was conscious of both of our boundaries with the press.
I had to carry everything to the front door which took 3 trips, but at the end of my third, Patience had helped him downstairs and now he was grabbing some of the smaller items and placing them in his lap.
"Thanks for letting me use your house." I told him, trying to not so obviously look around in awe.
The house was just huge, one I'd never imagine myself inside of and had plenty of features that were too breathtaking to even touch in my opinion.
"It's all good. I know you can't do much here."-
"Have you seen this house?! There's plenty. Oh yeah, thanks for not changing your card number." I enthused completely cutting him off.
This house is too many thousand square feet for him to be talm bout there's nothing to do. Trust me, when you grew up poor, there was always something to do.
"I see you been spending some money." He said following me.
I had no clue where I was going but I knew the front door had to lead to some elegant glass back one. These style homes are infamous for that.
