My Jamaican Bhad Man [Under Editing]

Five

Mara's Pov |17
Sangster International Airport
May 9, 2:50pm

Tae and I had just arrived at the airport, I am eager to reunite with my mom. Her call a few minutes earlier had indicated that she was at the baggage collection and would be with us shortly.

However, since our arrival, Tae's phone had been incessantly ringing, prompting my annoyance.

"A call center ya run, Tae?" I asked, half teasing, half irritated.

Mussi him gyal dem. I thought to myself as he dealt with the continuous calls.

Tae responded, "No, Mar, mi just a deal wid some things," his tone suggesting a level of secrecy that left me curious but didn't pay attention to it.

Ignoring the phone situation for the moment, I shifted my focus to the arrival lane, where my mother was expected to emerge. Spotting her, I couldn't contain my excitement.

But wait wah mek shi a walk suh?

We both know what she and uh fada did a do.

"MOMMY!" I exclaimed, rushing up to her and leaping into her arms, legs wrapping around hers in an exuberant hug.

Not u acting like a years shi gan fa.

"Jesus, Mara, uh get heavy e," she chuckled, hugging me back,I giggled, still clinging to her.

"A Tae deh ya a feed me," I stated and we broke the hug.

"Mi realize, oh ye, uh bredda a come; him a collect him bag."

Tyler, my brother – I hadn't seen him in a while. Though we had a good relationship with each other he'd always be busy and lately we haven't gotten any brother–sister bonding time together

Ion know about y'all but me and my brother have a genuine and caring loving, relationship with each other.

Mom went over to tae and they were talking about something she smiled at him touching his face and he smiled back.