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"Why not? Michael Jackson did it."
"Michael Jackson was a suspected child molester though."
"But skipping all that! He had a whole ass carnival at his house." He argued.
"But he had it so he could invite boys over. If he didn't have a carnival, why would he want little boys at his house? Hmm? Think about that, Jahseh."
"BUT IM NOT A PEDO, kIlAni."
"Am I supposed to be offended by the way you said my name?" I squinted my eyes. "JaHsEh OnFrOy. I can do that shit too. You not hurting my feelings."
"Your head probably hurting your neck though." He mumbled, turning away.
"BITCH YOU BUILT LIKE AN UPSIDE DOWN TRAFFIC CONE! WHAT DO YOU MEEAAANN?? Shut yo musty ass up!"
"Im- Okay."
"Thats what I thought, whore."
"You really hurting m-"
"Jahseh!" I heard Cleo in background.
"CLEOOOO!!! MOMMA CLEOOO!" I shouted at my phone. "MOVE YO HEAD OUT THE WAY."
Jahseh laughed and tilted the the camera to show Cleo coming up behind him. "Look momma."
Cleo yanked his phone from him. "Kilani! How's New York!"
"Its incredible! I don't really go out but since I've been here, I've reconnected with a couple friends and made new ones. Jamal is happily playing with his new toys that his daddy's friends got him." I turned the camera to show Jamal, who laid on my lap, biting onto his new plushie. "And my friends too."
"Hi, little prince!" Cleo blew kisses at him.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Grama!" He crawled closer to my phone.
"Hi, baby! Did you see what your daddy got you?"
"What? What'd you get him, Jah?"
"I got him a car, like the remote control ones that he can ride in. Its one like mine." He spoke in the background. "I don't wanna send it over there and risk it getting stolen or broken by somebody mailing it to you."
He doesnt want to send it because he wants to hold it so we can go back to Florida some day.
"He can always play with it when you bring him here." He added.
That's cute.
I chuckled when he took back the phone.
"Here's your mail. I gotta go pick up Aiden. Bye Kila! Bye Jamal!"
"Say bye bubba." I waved his little hand.
"Theres mail for you, Kila." Jahseh said putting it aside. He quickly picked it back up. "Its written, like hand written by... A Mikaela Hernández?"
"Mikaela? Is there an A in the middle?"
"Oh shit. I thought that was a nigga's name. Yeah. Mikaela A. Hernández. It says from Chihuahua, Mexico."
"Yo thats my cousin. Open it and read it to me, please."
He put his camera down and opened the letter. He skimmed it. "Its in Spanish."
Jamal yawned. I carried Jamal so his head was on my shoulder and rocked him back and fourth. "Send me pictures."
His camera paused and took a few minutes. "Is it good or bad that you're getting mail."
