Somewhere In Brooklyn

48 - January 10

My mom likes you.

I hope you know that. Just forget about her burning stare on your uniform. She just don't like seeing it and the memories it reminds her of.

I should have thought of that sooner but it was too late and I didn't have my hoodie to cover you up.

My mom likes you, I promise.

Or else, she wouldn't have shared you my embarrassing baby pictures and talked with you like she had known you for a long time.

You're part of the family now.