Rosalia's POV
Saturday, August 3rd
2 p.m.
St. Mary, Jamaica
TWO WEEKS LATER
The funeral was finally over and Kassauni and I were outside with his baby sister. We're in his car while he had her lying on his chest with the seat back, just staring at him. I smiled, watching them with so much love and admiration. She was just fed about ten minutes ago and her mother passed her on to us who gladly accepted.
Today was really hard for Kassauni and his friends, especially their families. Jardani wasn't sure he wanted to come this morning because it would feel too real and he didn't know how much reality would kick in. Eventually, they all talked it out and showed up wearing all-black and red kerchiefs. They were both closed-casket funerals too.
The ceremony went well and I got to meet Melissa's side of the family. All I can say is they're not what I expected at all. When the funeral had just ended, there was an argument between them by one of her sisters. She has about 4 more sisters aside from Alyssa and Nathalia's birth father seems to have been the only boy.
One said "She gwaan like she better because she nuh live a ghetto nuh more. So dem gwaan when dem nuh remember weh dem come from."
Melissa remarked that she never forgot where she came from, she only saw better and aimed for it. She also said she wanted to move her mother out of the area but she said that that's where she was born and she wasn't leaving so instead she built a concrete house for her there.
All I can say, is it wouldn't be a funeral if some unnecessary argument didn't happen from ungrateful family members. I don't think she is supposed to finance them their entire lives but it sounded like she did a lot for them according to Kassauni, but they were never satisfied and talked bad about which is why she didn't get along with half of them.
Last week Kassauni and his family attended their first therapy session. He said that it went well and the first conversation they had was to release all the unspoken words. Well, everything couldn't be revealed in the first session but they tried. I'm truly happy for them and happy that his parents are willing to do that for him as well because he truly wants to heal his inner child and rid his mind of all the doubts he has.
Along with his many hobbies, this man revealed to me earlier this week that he started writing a book. He said after all the books he has read, it's time for him to write one of his own and see how it works. I'm excited to see his imagination on paper, especially since he said it would be an enemies-to-lovers and forbidden love trope.
The main characters will be rival gang members. It's also a three-book series with the same two characters.
That's a great way to cope. He's not in his head too much lately and he's trying to keep his word about being open with me. We're slowly moving and truly, it's nice to know that everything is working well for him.
His Dad is out of the hospital and has been wearing an arm sling for his shoulder. He complains about it, dying for the time to come for him to take it off. Melissa reminded him that it was stopping him from tearing a muscle to which he only hummed or hissed his teeth.
Men.
"Would you eat crab if I bought some?" I asked Kassauni.
"Mi nuh eat crab," He responded.
"Would you try it?" I asked, smiling. He shook his head no with a scornful look on his face.
"Crab a land drankro, eno Babe. Worse everything weh dem nyam dead or soon dead. Bay shit inna crab too," He told me. I laughed, shaking my head.
YOU ARE READING
Burning Passion
Romansa"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah...
