I hopped off the champagne elevator and put my last bag into my new room. This is the 3rd time I had to move with another family member.
"Am I Still Loved ?" I thought to myself. I would've (and could've) kept thinking, but my Aunt Cynthia interrupted my train of thought.
"Sooo ! How do you like your new home ?" She wrapped her arm around me.
"Yeaa, It's cool. I guess." I nonchalantly moved her arm from around me.
"Well, I think your gonna love New Orleans. You just have to get use to this life style." She tried to ease me.
"Why would I get used to being out here when I'm not gonna be here for long ?" I asked.
"Ooh. You're staying with me until you want to be out on your own. This is your new home now." She explained to me.
I sighed because that's all I could think to do, or even say. She kissed my cheek.
"It's gonna be okay. Your mother & I used to go thru transitions like this all the time. It'll be alright. I'm gonna let you unpack and you can help yourself to the fridge, if you get hungry." She left out and closed the door, behind herself.
I grabbed my tablet out of my back pack and started writing.
I might stay here the rest if my life because I actually feel stable here.
Cynthia Think I don't know that she a hoe.
Be Proud ! Dont Hide From The Truth.
