Cyrus and I

Prologue .

I remember nights when Cyrus and I would walk the cold streets of Atlanta and try not to make eye contact with the pedestrians we'd stroll by. He'd stop ever once in a while for me to rub his head and say , "good boy." Cyrus loves being called a good boy. This one time, I took Cyrus along with me to the nearby convienience store and he behaved so well, the clerk didn't even notice a pet was in his store. He said I have a good puppy on my hands. I exclaimed he was a good puppy indeed.

But this one night in particular changed everything. Apparently, Cyrus and I had no other choice but to make eye contact with everyone we passed on the sidewalk. We took good hard glances. Because that night, that Christmas Eve, was the day my mother disappeared.

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Questions ?

I'm trying something new because I feel like I write about the same stuff , and I don't wanna be THAT auntie . 💀

You know the one that always bring up the SAME memory at all family get togethers .

LFAMOOOOOOO !!!! No but yeah

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