Me and Khalil are looking for my Uncle Kayceon. I called Grandma to see if he was in San Francisco. And he is.
She told us he is in the lower part of the city. We arrived at a small apartment building.
"Apartment 20B." Khalil says as we arrive at the door. I take in a deep breath.
"You ready for this Love?" He asks.
I nod. I knocked on the door. A man with a goatee and waves opened the door. He looked exactly like Mom.
"Hi, I'm Chance." I say. "Chance? My niece Chance Kaepernick?" He asks.
"Yes. And this is my boyfriend Khalil." I say.
He invited us in. His place is small. "How are you Chance?" Kayceon asks.
"I'm fine. Here and there with Dad." I say. "You grew up a lot. I remember seeing you as a baby and you're almost grown." He says.
"I missed a lot. How's your mother?" He asks. "Fine. Perfect football wife." I say.
"I knew she would. She kinda shunned me away when she moved on. Had her name shortened go to Jay. I wish she would give me a second chance." He says.
I look into his tired eyes. "Maybe you can. Mom is making dinner as we speak." I say.
He smiles as he follows us to the door.
