Jodye
After a sit down, we had decided that my father my would be in my life. But we still would reside in Harlem, I would just come to Florida occasionally.
I was just happy I got my mother back.
This was our last day in Florida. And we were currently eating dinner at Rodriguez's house.
"Thank you, for taking care of my daughter while I wasn't around", my mom shook Rakim's hand.
"No problem.", he smiled. Even a blind man could tell that Rakim and I liked each other. For anybody to come down to Florida not knowing what could happen them, I could tell he cared for me deeply, he and the mob.
Rakim's phone rang, and he excused himself from the table.
He came back with red eyes and the mob followed him.
"Wait, what's going on? Why are y'all leaving?", I trailed behind them and Rakim ignored me. Yams finally turned around.
"They shot Jordan."
And I couldn't help but to think if it was my fault.
