Q: A portal should be good right about now.

JC stayed over for four nights. The boy was a mess. He was nervous, lost, and stressed from having to make important life decisions. He was different from how I’d imagine him to be. Twelve years ago, he was a class clown, the type that tortures his seatmate for fun and laughed at her reactions. I was seated in front of them back then, and those memories would come back at the mere mention of Seri Mega. He has certainly shed that innocence, though I can tell that he is still a fun-loving person at heart. I took sleeping photos of him and yet he was a good sport about it.

But he was a little more difficult than I thought; it was hard to convince him to be a man when it comes to making his own decisions. Talking about his future, he seemed to crumble under the pressure. I felt like being a mother when he was around, complaining and whining a whole lot. I endured a little, choosing to be a supportive friend. He already had the hard facts of reality lecture from Vickson on Thursday. No point beating the dead horse, I figured that much.

Four nights flew by really quickly and he was gone on Monday morning. Am missing his presence a little already. I suppose Baltimore does things to you.

Hesitation,
Vonnie S.