D'Anthony Carlos has skated through life always being protected. When you're related to the biggest drug cartel in the DMV you gotta be protected. When all of your uncles are the most feared and respected you automatically garner the same attention...
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Luke 17:3-4 said, "If your brother or sister sins against you, rebuke them; & if they repent, forgive them. Even if they sin against you seven times in a day & seven times come back to you saying 'I repent,' you must forgive them." Forgiveness is a process. It doesn't happen over night. It took me years to forgive Ryan Woods & the soccer team, just like it took years for him to forgive his mother. Baby steps...Right? -Z.D.
I post the update to my blog right as the car comes to a stop. I look up seeing we're parked in a cemetery. "We're here!" D'Anthony's Dad says from the drivers seat. I never thought I would be meeting someone's father only a couple of weeks into dating, but this was a different circumstance. I offered to be here as a support for D'Anthony and I meant it. So here I was in Baltimore, Maryland with my boyfriend of not even a month for a funeral.
I can hear D'Anthony sigh from the front seat then we all get out. I step onto the gravel road in my black heels getting out of the car. I smooth out my dress closing the backseat door behind me as D'Anthony grabs onto my hand. I look up at him as he looks down on me. He's been extremely quiet today and I can understand why. D'Anthony stuck to his guns about his decision not to give up his burial plot next to his brother, so instead his father had to give his up. I understood. Why should he have to give his spot up because she wanted it?
As we walked through the grass, I hold onto D'Anthony for balance. There were already people here, so they all stared at us. It wasn't that many people and I didn't know what to think about that. I always wondered if not that many people showing up to your funeral was a reflection of you as a person, your life. Did she not have many friends and family or did people just not like her? That made me think of all the people I've fucked over, particularly men. It also made me think about the fact that D'Anthony and I were never supposed to be. This was all some fucked up mind game to get back at him. Now I wondered if I should tell him the truth...but how?
As we walk I look at the headstones spotting the one for D'Anthony's brother that has a picture of him on it.
