The insecurities and fear that one has that is usually caused by childhood tramua or past mistakes that often tends to go unhealed and constantly pushed to the back of our minds; This fear can be the root of ones downfall in life, whether its the do...
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Walking up the steps that lead to my parents front door, I smiled at the scent of barbeque that lingered in the air. It had been a while since I last saw my parents and with the deadline of my decision on if I was going to help write Duke's biography coming up I was in need of some advice.
Pushing their screen door open, I stepped inside to see my oldest brother Brandon watching tv with his two year old son who was asleep on his lap. "I should have known your fat ass was going to be here." I called out to get his attention.
Looking back at the sound of my voice he hopped off the couch with a big smile to give me a hug. "Mama and daddy said your bougie ass was coming over today and I just knew they had to be blowing smoke since you act like you don't know anybody anymore." He joked as he pulled away from me.
Playfully rolling my eyes, I nudged his shoulder. "You know I be busy with work, I would love to come around more often if I could." I admitted truthfully. "Damn it smells good in here though, what all are they cooking?"
He shrugged, "Soon as they heard you was coming over they called me and Ashton up to come over and pops been outback cooking on the grill so I guess they tryna do it big for their spoiled ass princess." He scoffed.
Waving off his jealously, I smiled loving the love and welcome home I was getting. I had an amazing relationship with my parents and I loved spending time with them, but with us living on two different sides of the Central Texas area, that drive to see them was almost two hours so our time together was often limited.
My brother's and I also had a good relationship, but I feel a lot of it has to do with us being so close in age. We fight and have many disagreements, but I would literally do anything for them and vice versa.
"You're such a hater, don't be mad at the fact that I'm their favorite child." I teased knowing he hated when I said that.
Scrunching up his face, he shrugged. "Well excuse me for not wanting to join the ass kissing committee, plus I already got one up on your ass. I gave them their first grandbaby, so try and top that. But oh wait, you gotta get man first in order to do that."
Poking my tongue inside my mouth I stood there stuck because it was true, but I couldn't let him win. "I'm sure accidently having a kid by a stripper who wasn't even positive that you were the father isn't that great of accomplishment, but hey maybe that's just me."
Mushing his head when I walked by him, I laughed while trying to run away from his big buff ass knowing he was about to beat my ass for that comment. "You always take the shit too far, but I ain't gon' fake that was a good one. But despite how my son got here, that's still my baby and I love him even if I hate his ratchet ass mama." He mumbled dryly.
