Yeah, this is my baby nephew. Just turned 3 months old a few days ago. To be honest, I never thought that I would have a nephew or be an uncle at that fact. My sister is a lesbian, so that's why I thought I wouldn't be an uncle. She had the baby on Martian Luther King Jr. Day. This was a shock to everybody (I actually knew since she told me first), My family, my friends, and even the people in the neighborhood. Now you're thinking that since she had this baby, she would take care of him? Think again. She does take care of him SOMETIMES, but when she leaves the house, I'm always stuck with him. She's always out in the street, smoking, drinking, having sex with girls (Yes, she's cheating on Kamari's father named Greg). Being stuck with Kamari all the time always get in the middle of my plans, but I manage to turn it around sometimes. I always talk to him and he always cracks a smile everytime I play with him. The whole family shows him love and pretty much ignore me, I wouldn't blame them, I would just abandon myself to spend time with this little joker. But I remembered what my Health teacher said. He told me, "Love is the only thing that can help you survive". After he told me that, I've been wondering, since the whole family is literally giving their love to my nephew, would that mean I would die of no love? Love is a powerful emotion. It's the only emotion that can make you feel special, like invincible from anything. I know my family loves me no matter what, but they sure have a habit of not showing it. I always thought if I was a little kid forever, would they love me forever? *sigh* What am I saying? I know they love me. As for Kamari, he's getting most of the attention. Babies always get attention. I guess I can adjust with these new rules in the house now that we have Kamari.
My Babe So Don't Hate