Lost In Your Love [ ON HOLD.]

26.

Khamoi ||

I found myself in the car driving back to my side of the town where I was used too. I was home. While driving by I spotted all my neighborhood friends outside either hanging and smoking or kids at the court ballin'.

I licked my lips and turned the radio down before I pulled my grandmas driveway. My brother  ran around the house with no shirt one soaking wet. He threw a water ballon and at me, but I dodged it.

"Oop. You tried it. You gotta be quicker than that." I laughed. He grabbed the water hose and chased my other cousins around the house. I turned the handle and pushed open the door. "Grandma!" I yelled out. I smelled a wonderful aroma that made my mouth water and rushed into the kitchen.

"Khamoi, I know you better stop runnin' in this house." My mother scolded while holding one of my relatives baby's.

Let's just say, my grandma was like a block grandma. Everybody on the block claimed my grandma. Let's just also say that they loved and trusted my grandma. When you got a bunch of relatives like I do, who pops out baby's like it's nothing, you also have relatives that trust their baby with my grandma. Long story short, my grandma watches everybody's baby.

I smiled at the baby before looking down at a toddler who just wobbled past my feet to my mother. I shook my head and looked back up at my grandmother who was currently cookin' up a storm.

"Oh hush," she shooed my mother and my mother made a face. "Khamoi? Is that my baby? Come hea' and give me some sugar, suga' foot." I laughed and hugged up before kissing her cheek. "What brings you by?"

"I was driving through hea' and I figured why not?" I shrugged. "And I wanted to talk to you about somethin' momma." She raised her eyebrow and nodded.

"Alright. Lemme get these hea' chi'rren situated and I'll meet you in the living room." I nodded. I side eyed my grandma before tip toeing to the drawer that held all the spoons, knives, and forks. I grabbed a spoon and tapped the opposite side of my grandma's shoulder making her turn around. I dipped the spoon in the pot and scooped out whatever was inside.

She turned around and slapped my hand causing it fall to the fooor and I stood their shocked. "And you betta' clean that up. Thought you was slick." She fussed slapping the back of my head. I rubbed my head and eyed her.

"I'll run you over," I mumbled. "Always hittin' on somebody with yo' old ass. —"

"You sayin' something?" She bent down to my level with her ear next to my mouth.

"Man, nah. Gon' on granny." I waved her off and wiped the floor up. I put the spoon in the sink and walked into the living room with my hands crossed over my chest.

My mother sat there snickering to herself. I jumped at her and she jumped back. "Who you gettin' buck wit? I ain't the one, don't be mad you got caught stealing out the pot." She laughed. She pat the seat next to her and turned towards me on the couch. My two month old baby cousin laid on her chest.

"What's the issue?" She asked.

I sighed. "I thought I could handle this on my own momma," I start. "I really did. I thought I could be the bigger person and walk past her, but —" she cut me off.