So we ended up in my dad's old studio in the house behind the main house.
"Jaafar what are we doing here." I asked.
"This is what you need." He said.
"Jaafar I haven't played my piano nor have I sung since the day I found out and I'm not doing it today. Plus I'm tired." I told him.
He wasn't listening. He began to go to the room where They kept the old footage.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"My dad has always told me whenever Uncle Mike got upset or frustrated he would come here and be in here for hours at a time." Jaafar said.
"Okay and?" I said.
"I asked what he did in here and nobody really knew. So I asked Uncle Mike. He told me he would reminisce and that would relax him and then he would record any and everything." Jaafar said. He pulled out a video and put it in the VCR.
A video of my dad and I started playing. I don't remember this video but I can tell why. I was like 3 in the video, he was singing and dancing and there I was right behind dancing and trying to follow his every move. This is exactly how I remembered my dad. Fun and excited for no reason just because the music caught him.
We danced for like 5 songs. I even tried to sing back to him in my own little way. I wonder why he never showed me this.
Jaafar fell asleep but I continued to rewatch the video until I go ally fell asleep too.
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After the studio session last night I woke up refreshed and eager to continue what my dad left behind. I called a driver to pick me up and Jaafar and I and one of his older brothers who could drive went to my dad's old house. The most recent one.
I went inside and Jaafar and my cousin Jeremy looked all over the house finding the secret rooms and videos along with whatever was left inside of the rooms. I learned from Jeremy on the way there that a lot of dad's things were at my Uncle Jermaine house and other at Uncle Marlon. I made a mental note to go there one day.
After we collected the rest of the things we went back to my grandmother's house to unload. It was a lot of cars and trucks in the driveway so I assumed that the rest of the family have showed up.
Jeremy and Jafaar and their brothers helped get the things out the car and taken to the studio house behind the house. I walked behind them.
"Well Mrs. Katherine you have a wonderful home." Some said walking with my grandmother and siblings.
"Thank you." My grandmother said.
"You guys let's sit out here and talk. Seems as though we have cousins that are just coming in. Can they introduce themselves Mrs. Katherine?" She asked my grandmother. I turned behind me and saw Jeremy and Jaafar standing behind me. Jeremy out his arm on my shoulder and guided me to who I now recognized as Ms. Oprah.
"Guys say hello to Ms. Winfrey and introduce yourselves." Grandmother Katherine said.
"Yes ma'am. How you doing im Jeremy Jackson." My cousin Jeremy said. He shook her hand.
"And your father is who Jeremy?" She asked.
"Sorry im Jermaine Jackson's son." He said.
"Okay great to meet you." She held her hand out to Jaafar.
"Hello ma'am. I am Jaafar Jackson and my father is Jermaine Jackson." Jaafar told her.
"Okay so you guys are brothers." She said amazed. They laughed and nodded. Then she held her hand out for me.
"And hello to you. Ms. Katherine she is so beautiful. And your name sweetheart." She said. I thought this is my time to come out.
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Hahaha. Until next time guys. In going to leave you with a cliffhanger for awhile.
