Lost In Your Love [ ON HOLD.]

17.

 
Imma try to update at least twice tonight and tomorrow or just tomorrow idk.

How y'all feel about the election? 😴

Did y'all read the description for the book I re did a couple weeks ago? What y'all think? How y'all feel?

13 years ago:

"Mommy I'm hungry." Chris rubbed his stomach before climbing into his mother's lap. Joyce sighed and shook her head.

"Grandma's gon' be here soon with the groceries. Just wait a little then I'll let you feast while we eat movies. Deal?" She held out her pinky.

"Deal." Chris smiled. Joesph entered the room from the kitchen with a cup of water. He sipped it out the cup before he placed it gently on the table.  "Y'all up in here having fun with Joe, impossible! Ain't no fun when joe ain't in here." He joked. At the same time, Chris and Joesph jumped on Joyce.

She screamed out with laughter. Josiah giggled. "Y'all tryna kill ol' Joyce. My po' heart half way squished." She laughed tickling Chris. Joesph took a picture with his camera. He scanned over the picture with his eyes holding a satisfying smile on his face.

He knew everything would fall apart but he wanted to make the moments last as long as they can.

"Mama I'm dreamin' of eating the biggest sandwich from here—" Chris ran to the wall on the opposite side of the room. "— to here." He ran back to Joyce. He bit into the air and rubbed his stomach.

"It's gon' have all the good stuff like pickles, banana peppers, lettuce, honey mustard,  marshmallows, ketchup. Everything." Chris smiled. He loved food.

"Yup. And we'll sit here and play board games and sip on some juice and watch movies and sip on some juice and play board games and sip on some tea —"

"You said juice!" Chris laughed.

"Oh yea. Sip on some juice. " Joesph laughed. They were mimicking the sponge bob episode. Soon they all heard a knock repeatedly made on the door. They laughter came to a halt and Joyce rolled her eyes. "I'll be back. "

She opened the door and in came her mother. Wearing an expensive white fur coat with an expensive red jacket and matching pants. She also topped it off with expensive cream heels. Her mother wore her hair down her back, straightened, with her expensive jewelry that must've cost an arm and a leg to go along with her attire. Her makeup was running and her foundation seemed off.

"I've had the worst experience here! Uh! It started to pour after my car broke down and I had to take the bus! Can you believe that? The poor people bus!" Her mother threw the groceries down in Joyce's hand and Joyce almost fell back because of the extra weight.

Then I almost got mugged by those — those hooligans! Across the street playing football with that orange ball. Almost bounced it and hit me in he head. Ghetto people." Joyce's mother was very dramatic. She expected everything to go her way.

"Not to mention that I almost broke one of the heels on my babies." She groaned. "I don't know how you can stoop so low and live in this— look at this it looks like trash. Like your child." She laughed. "I kid. Your husband looks like trash, Josiah's a little cutie booty."