The Sequel to Burns&Bruises
Embark on a poignant journey with Maleek Montique, once a baby now a man shaped by a traumatic past. Thirteen book years post the Burns & Bruises saga, witness the evolution of the once tiny baby into a formidable figure...
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Wednesday, July 30th 8:29 am 📍Sunrise |Florida🇺🇸
𝙼 𝚊 𝚕 𝚎 𝚎 𝚔 𝙼 𝚘 𝚗 𝚝 𝚒 𝚚 𝚞 𝚎
One after the other, I watch Zola pack two full-size suitcases for Zoey.
With her back turned to me, she moves to the other side of Zaylee's closet pulling out more stuff and stacking them on the bed.
Her eyes shift to me and I stare back at her with a blank look.
Look like a live we aguh Jamaica guh live tuh ratid
Hands on her hips, she tilts her body to the side, lips pouted and glaze lowered. "It is not as much as it seems Mal, you know she can blaze through at least 5 outfits a day. I'm just making sure we are prepared and we don't have to buy anything there."
From mi sidung yahso in front a Zola, about 50 odd dress mi see she tek up pack inna the suitcase
She love overpack and she nah pay fi it at the airport.
Zoey yawns in my arms bringing my attention to her, fluttering her eyes. She fights to keep them open.
I turn her around, making her face her mother. I point at the stack that is not packed in the smaller suitcase. "Yuh think yuh need so much clothes, Zay?"
Her head bobs around unable to to properly hold up her head, she leans forward eyes settled on Zola.
"She needs more." Zola drops her body against the mattress, hands stretched to take Zaylee. I scoot down more on the bed handing her Zoey.
To the way Zola shop by the year fi done mi bruk and we affi a bounce it pon mi parents guest room.
Eyes laid on them, I watch them interact, smiling inside.
Got blessed with the best woman fi be mi daughta mada.
I remove my phone from my pocket, checking the time.
We need to be at the airport by 3 for our flight.
Last night we made the decision to just spend the rest of the summer there and come back a week before I have to leave for school.
Zola's question pulls me from my thoughts. "She got her morning walk this morning?"
