Obama X Sangwoo

Pt3

"Daddy Brock? Where's my daddy Brock!?" Obama's baby, Concrete, yelled and cried. his uncle Ash Ketchum, voice actor Whoopi Goldberg speaking like a hood-mom, tried to console him. "boy, I know it's hard, but in this line of business, offin' yourself is the only way out." Ash said, as he tried to rock his nephew back into sleep.
Ash was dressed as if he were ready for a late night show with Jabba the Hutt. He was wearing a pink, frilly shirt that was tied at the waist, tight jeans, and black high boots. His hair was styled in a perfect pompadour. "Uncle Ash? what does off yours-" Concrete was interrupted by the slam of a loud door. "Concrete!" Sangwoo yelled from the door. tears running down his face as he had finally gotten to see his son. Concrete jumped up excitedly and flung his arms around his father.
"Mmm... Daddy Brock?" Concrete mumbled tiredly into his dad's neck. he didn't want to talk anymore. he wanted to go back to bed. "Daddy Brock, where are you?" Concrete asked. "Daddy Brock was a bitch, but I wish he didn't go." Sangwoo began to cry and Concrete leaned into him with mountains upon mountains of snot soaking Sangwoo's shirt. Concrete sniffled and sobbed loudly into his father's shoulder. Concrete knew better than to ask questions like what was a bitch, or who Daddy Brock was. Concrete simply knew that this wasn't right. He felt sad and angry. His dad wasn't there and now he'd miss the rest of his childhood. As Concrete started to fall asleep in his dad's arms, he heard a familiar sound coming from the living room. The sound of sobbing. "Who's crying, Sangwoo?!" Concrete could here from the living room questioned in a hushed whisper. It was hood mom, Cancer. THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM.