A week ago, I had an altercation with Aaron which led to a reunion with my childhood friend.
A week ago, I was reminded of the reason I am no longer Aaron's friend; Georgette Sylvester.
A week ago, I got home to a blue beaten down Chev which belongs to the person I love the most on earth.
Tyler noticed my mood the moment he parked his scooter and immediately understood.
"Well, stop bouncing on your feet and go in. Tell José I said hi."
I gave him a quick peck and ran in; my excitement oozing out every pore.
"Daddy!" The man eating a sandwich on the kitchen island turned to me sheepishly.
"It's not peanut butter sandwich."
I let out a carefree laugh.
"We both know it is. Drop it."
My stern facade lasted only a second before a grin broke out.
His answering grin had me leaping in
