"Why should I believe you?"
"Because you are my everything. My darling, my baby, my lover boy."
An Asian Man, Black Woman Story.
A Poetic Love at First Sight/High-school Lovers Dialogue.
Mature Content.
Contains: Mild-Language, Sexual Actions, and T...
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Love for mama.
Love for papa.
Love for grandma.
Love for me.
Love~
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"I think he is the best for you, baby. I really do." Your father said in Swahili; sitting down on a huge blanket that was in your front yard grass. It was night time, the stars illuminating the dark sky as your father looked up and smiled.
You sat next to him in some baggy sweatpants and one of Jungkook's black hoodies that he gave you. Your father was in his favorite pajama pants and black robe. You both wore white socks.
He turned to look at you as his face wrinkled from smiling. "He reminds me a lot of myself when I was younger."
"He has told me you taught him a little Spanish. Is that true, father?" You spoke back, your Kenyan accent sounding clearer as you speak your first language. He chuckled before looking at the stars again.
"I'm guessing he used my iconic line, huh? I used that on your mother when we were in medical school." Your father smiled at the thought. His dark skin was glowing from the moonlight.
"Why did you move to Cuba, papa?" You asked him, looking at the stars as well because they were very beautiful.
"To become a doctor. Just like your abuelita." He turned towards you to boop your nose. You giggle at the sudden action. "Your grandmother inspired me a lot. That's why I have sooo much respect for women. Especially you and your mother."
"I wish I could see her." You said, sadly; hugging yourself at the thought of your grandmother.
"Me too, little one. Me too..." He sighed, lifting his left arm to pull you into a hug. "We'll see her once God says we're ready."
"Right...you're right." You gave him a small smile before hugging him some more. "When we are ready."
You and your father sat there in a peaceful silence, listening to the air blow softly and nearby crickets making there communication sounds. You held onto your father's hand.
"I don't want to go. I'm scared." You spoke up again, making your father lean his head against yours. Knowing actually what you were referring to.
"I know baby, but it's for the better. You have to understand that being in America; you're going to deal with a lot of controversy and negative. If you're having trouble with these people here? White people are the worst!"
You laughed at him as he waves his hands dramatically in the air. "You have to toughen up your mental, physical, and emotional state of mind. The only way for you to accomplish not getting triggered is to get tested every single day by those people."
"Your mother doesn't look that part anymore, but she could kick ass. Shoot, she can still kick ass." Your father told you. "She was challenged a lot. Being the oldest of nine, having to deal with her parents fights, their divorce, your uncle Sebastian...and yet she still here. She figured out how to control her anger, sadness, and other negative emotions. Your mother is a warrior."
You looked down at your combined hands and smiled. "You talk highly about Mama."
"Because, she is my queen. And you are my princess." He smiled, kissing your right hand. "You, my daughter...Kenya Theema Dabiku are the best thing that came into this world. I am glad that I have a daughter like you."
"Papa..." A tear started to slowly fall from your eye. Your father sadly smiled and wiped the tear with his thumb. "Papa, I will miss you. I will miss you so much."
"I will always be with you, my daughter." He kissed your forehead as you hugged again.
"Musa? Dónde estás, cariño?" Your mother called your father's name; finally looking at the open door to outside and saw her husband and daughter.
"Lo siento, cariño. Solo estaba teniendo una pequeña cita con mi princesa." He looked back at her, smiling as she walked out with her silk, baby pink robe and fluffy pink house shoes. A bright pink with dark red rose designs were on her silk bonnet as she wore her 70 styled glasses.
"Mamá, eres preciosa. Estás seguro de que tienes treinta años?" You said, standing up to hug her tightly. She smiled, accepting the hug as she rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"Oh, Kenya... eres una chica tan dulce. Gracias, cariño. Te quiero mucho." She said, kissing your face repeatedly. You giggled.
"De nada, mamá." You smiled.
"Look at us! Like a family. Familia~" Your father finally stood up, hugging his favorite women in the world.
