So It was 7:15. We got the house filled with black and gold balloons. Pandora was playing on the TV at a Neo-soul station with today’s R&B. Uncle David and D3 had finished grilling. I was sitting and chilling in my black and gold patterned t-shirt and black Old Navy jeans.
“I am here!!!” Regina announced herself. “Happy birthday to me.”
She stepped into the house in a bright gold light dress. 6-foot full-figured woman standing with an expresso skin tone was beautiful on the outside. But how she treats me makes her not as pleasant looking.
“Hi, Cousin. Happy birthday.” I tried to put some excitement in my voice.
“Hmm. Remember, I am the queen. Not you. But thanks,” she said with a remark full of shade, clutching her purse. She took out some disinfectant spray and sprayed in my direction
