i made it to john's house and as soon as i walk in the door i heard him and our mother arguing.
"john we're here." i said sitting the baby in the front room and Bj sat next to her and walking through the house and find them in the kitchen fighting over how much sugar to put in the kool-aid.
"hello i said we're here."
"hey babygirl come here." i dropped the diaper bag and ran into my brother's arms.
"hi momma." i said releasing john.
i waved her and turned my attention back to john.
"ok renee where is my niece.?" he asked.
"in the front room. be right back." i walked back to the the front room, took brandee out her baby phat snowsuit and took her to john.
"here she is." i said handing her to him.
"aw shoot look at my niecey. her so cute but damn, you look like yo daddy. you know you favorite uncle dont like him." he said in baby talk, his form anyway.
"john.!" i said
"what.? its the truth."
"so what bubby. you dont say that in front of his kids."
"ok im sorry babygirl. so what's my niece's name.?" he asked sitting down.
"Brandee Ma'Shell Keyshawna Shane." i replied with a smile rubbing my baby's head full of hair.
"aw that's cute. how'd you come up with that.?" he asked.
"well Bj decided on her being named brandee. spelling and all but ma'shell is brandun's mom' middle name and keyshawna is ms. townsend's middle name."
"so just fuxk me right.?" my mother finally said.
"excuse me but i haven't seen you since you put me out for being pregnant the first time so why put in your mind that i would ever name my kids after you.!" i replied getting close to her.
"that's fuxked up ranee i am still your mother." she said.
"what kind of mother are you.? you've never taken care of me. did you forget you were a crackhead all my life.? do you remember why you went to prison when i was eight. hell do you even remember my birthday." i was all in her face now.
"alright renee now that's enough." john spoke up saying.
"but john---" i said but he cut me off.
"no buts, this is my house and i said stop.! damn, don't you see these kids in here."
"how about i just leave." my mother said grabbing her bag.
"ofcourse your leaving, im so use to seeing the back of your head anyway." i said as she walked out the door.
run it or dump it.!!!