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fifteen: lauryn

ROHAN MILLS

"Look who finally came to visit his momma! I'm surprised you still know where I live."

"I bought the place. How could I forget?" My mother opened her arms, pulling me into a tight hug as I kissed on her cheek. "How you been?" I asked once she let go, giving me space to walk into her house.

"You know, same old same old." My mother locked up and limped towards the kitchen. "You chose the perfect day to come down, I was just finishing up dinner."

"What are you making?" I placed my keys onto her counter and maneuvered my way around her to check the pots, myself. "Fried chicken, mac & cheese, greens..." I crouched down to peak into the oven. "Corn bread. Who were you expecting?"

"You know those grandbabies are growing up. All they do is eat. If you got here after, then you probably wouldn't get nothing but some greens."

"How are they by the way?"

"They're really good. Jodie is top of her class right now, she's always in her books; really focused... I think she may even get that full-ride scholarship and even graduate early."

"Very nice." I smiled to myself, "what about Quincy and Romeo..."

My mother sighed as she removed the last off the chicken from the pot into the plate. "Boys will be boys." She let out. "Q and Romeo are soo smart, yet trying so hard to prove something out here in these streets."

"Sounds just like their dad."

"Most definitely."

"Seem like then need another day out with their uncle Ro."

"Oh, please." My mother scoffed, "What the need is for their father to step in and actually be a man. As much as I know you want to help; if you continue saving the day, he will never learn."

"Yeah, but I'm not trying to see my nephews fall."

"I know, but you and your brother both got wonderful teachings of how to be a man from your father. So, I don't get what this whole façade of being alone and growing up in the trenches came from for him; as much as we weren't well off, we didn't really have to struggle."

"Nah we didn't at all." I chewed on the inside of my lip in deep thought, "sometimes the environment you're in just takes a toll on your life I guess."

My mother continued on her rant about my brother as she usually did, meanwhile I just took in the reality of what I had just said. I tried my best not to be hypocritical in any way but here I was. A college graduate, I finished high school in three years with three scholarships in football, basketball and soccer. I finished my program in two years then instead of pursuing an actual career, I ran into what I thought was me, catching a big break; Pierre.

Pierre and I had grown up together, however my family always had more. Although his father was quite loaded at the time, he was always absent due to his career. My father had stepped in for Pharrell and Pierre which was the reason for us being as close as we were today.

I remember my pops basically teaching them how to be a man. Pierre was always so against the idea, because deep down he believed it wasn't right to playhouse with another man. Pharrell on the other hand, took heed to words and teachings of my dad, which is why if anything; him and I understood each other a bit more than Pierre and myself.

I never once counted Pierre out though, I looked to him as a brother if anything and figured that siblings fought here and there, they didn't always agree on everything but at the end of the day; the love was all that mattered. We rode for each other no matter the circumstances, I supported him in everything, and he did the same. Which is what lead me down the path I was on today.