06-17-2022, 04:30 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 14pt;"]His sun rose and set because of her.
She got Aaliyah's eyes, the kinda doe-eyed look he fell in love with.
But on the other hand, she got her daddy's smile. His smile.
He used to wonder how anyone could just risk they life and lay it down for someone. Sure, he loved his parents, but he don't think he'd ever seen the fierce kinda love— the kind his mama had for him— until he met Aaliyah and they had their daughter. Kimiyah. But Aaliyah was gone now and Kimiyah is all he has left. And that made him more intent on keeping her alive.
California heat was fierce, so often he hid as the sun became too sweltering for little Miyah and continued into the night as she slept. He had no discernible destination in sight — just the further away from his hometown the better. And anything that assured the protection of his daughter with promise of supplies would be a bonus. He knew this world was too cruel, too violent to do it by himself. Despite having to grow up rather quickly, he still felt like a child. And once having Aaliyah to figure it out with, he was now doing it alone and and to be honest, that thought alone was terrifying enough.
He heard of a group off in the coast, bigger than any of the dying groups that roamed like pests around the streets. To be honest, the way it was put, it sounded more like a folktale but Jamal had hope.
There's an ocean's breeze that cools him as the sun begins to set, Miyah drifting off on the mei tei on his back. He's feeling a lot like her right now, having not slept not too much the night before. But he can't drift off, there's a lot of space he could cover while just sleeps only he's a lot closer to his destination than he realizes.
He'd soon realize that this group wasn't the folktale he thought it to be after all.
She got Aaliyah's eyes, the kinda doe-eyed look he fell in love with.
But on the other hand, she got her daddy's smile. His smile.
He used to wonder how anyone could just risk they life and lay it down for someone. Sure, he loved his parents, but he don't think he'd ever seen the fierce kinda love— the kind his mama had for him— until he met Aaliyah and they had their daughter. Kimiyah. But Aaliyah was gone now and Kimiyah is all he has left. And that made him more intent on keeping her alive.
California heat was fierce, so often he hid as the sun became too sweltering for little Miyah and continued into the night as she slept. He had no discernible destination in sight — just the further away from his hometown the better. And anything that assured the protection of his daughter with promise of supplies would be a bonus. He knew this world was too cruel, too violent to do it by himself. Despite having to grow up rather quickly, he still felt like a child. And once having Aaliyah to figure it out with, he was now doing it alone and and to be honest, that thought alone was terrifying enough.
He heard of a group off in the coast, bigger than any of the dying groups that roamed like pests around the streets. To be honest, the way it was put, it sounded more like a folktale but Jamal had hope.
There's an ocean's breeze that cools him as the sun begins to set, Miyah drifting off on the mei tei on his back. He's feeling a lot like her right now, having not slept not too much the night before. But he can't drift off, there's a lot of space he could cover while just sleeps only he's a lot closer to his destination than he realizes.
He'd soon realize that this group wasn't the folktale he thought it to be after all.
[align=center][size=12pt]wherever you're goin', i'm goin that way
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