𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 (adjective)
sym·bi·ot·ic
A relationship in which both people involved depend on each other for survival and emotional support.
A/N: i promise y'all this gon be good af
SCENT OF SOLACE May 15, 2009 Bianca Azuni Rowe 15 years old
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The scent of fresh coconut oil lingered in the air as Bianca leaned back against the plush leather seat of her uncle's car, her freshly done hair falling down her shoulders in the tight braids. The ride home was a quiet one, as Bianca's thoughts were consumed by memories of her beloved little brother.
She couldn't shake the image of his bright smile, or million dollar smile, as she would call it or his infectious laughter, now frozen in her mind. Yet, there was a palpable tension in the air that seemed to weigh heavily on both the young girl and her uncle.
Jahseh glanced at his niece from the corner of his eye, his strong hand gripping the steering wheel with a sense of purpose. He glanced at her, his gaze filled with empathy. "You know, he's been on my mind heavy", he said softly, his voice soothing balm to Bianca's wounded heart. "He may not be here in the way you'd want him to be, but he's still watching over you, Bia", he called her by the nickname she got when she was little. The nickname her brother would always call her by. "Always remember that."
Her eyes filled with tears at her uncle's words, her heart aching with the weight of her loss. "I miss him so much," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Uncle Jah reached out and squeezed her hand, a silent gesture of comfort and solidarity. "I know, baby girl," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "We all do."
As they pulled into their driveway, Bianca took a deep breath and wiped away her tears. Jahseh turned to her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So..you still like jerk chicken, girl?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Bianca couldn't help but smile at the memory of her childhood favorite food. "Of course I do", she replied, her voice filled with laughter.
Uncle Jah chuckled, his laughter rumbling like distant thunder. "Then whatchu' standing there fo' girl??" he exclaimed, his tone playful yet demanding. "Getcho' lil ass in here and help me!"
As they made their way into the kitchen, the savory aroma of jerk chicken filled the air, enticing the mouthwatering. Bianca rolled up her sleeves and got to work, chopping vegetables and preparing the marinade under her uncle's watchful eye.
Just as they were about to put the chicken on the grill, the front door burst open, and in walked L'a, Rondo, Durk, Herb and Von, their laughter echoing through the house like a symphony of chaos.
📍Uncle Jah's Home May 15, 2009 Dayvon Bennett 15 years old
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