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tyrone.
"..it's so bright and pretty, and GIRLY! That's why pink is my favorite color." she said, full of excitement.
She looked so happy talking about pink. Hell, that's all she's been talking about for the last four minutes.
"What about you, honeybun? What's your favorite color?" she said.
Man, if any of my boys heard her calling me honeybun, I would never hear the last of it.
" Purple. And yellow. Man, ion know why but ever since I was a Que in college, I just loved those colors. Back at my mamas house, that's all my room was." i said.
"Interesting. What's your favorite food?"
"Probably soul food. You made the best soul food for me one time, you think once you're better, you can make it again?" i asked.
"Uhhh, duh! I'll even make you some cookies." she said, cheerfully.
Man, this girl was so innocent, it made me question myself.
Words can't explain what happen in the bathroom after I ate those cookies.
I would definitely have to beg my mom and my sister to show her how to bake, once she got better.
Might as well tell her now.
"Baby, um. Your cookies are good but.. maybe we could use some more lessons." i said running my hands through her scalp.
"Wait, what?" she instantly frowned.
"Oh mama, don't frown. I'm tryna tell you they're good, like i would eat a whole batch of them, but we needa upgrade them, you know?.." i said.
I was becoming a soft ass bitch.
"Ohhh okay. Are you sure they're good? When I used to make them, nobody liked them."
"They don't know what the fuck they talkin bout then, cause those cookies make my stomach go crazy."
And not in a good way.
I can see that put a smile on her face.
"Okay love, next question. What is your dream job?" i asked her.
"To be a stay at home mom. By now i thought I would have at least two kids, but you know..." she said, as her eyes started tearing up.
"Hey, stop. Let's move away from that. I always wanted to be a pirate, then my mama smacked me so hard and told me, "boy, get yo funky neck having ass outta my kitchen, and think about something that'll make you successful." and then two days later I wanted to own my own business. And that's what I do now." i said.
