Coming Back

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4 Years Later
RaKale
"Daddy?" She raised her arms wanting to get picked up.
"Im not ya daddy" I looked down at her, go look for that nigha near the group right there" I pointed.
Then this little boy walked up to me, then looked up.
"Hi Im Kamal"
"Im RaKale" He dapped me as I chuckled.
"Where ya moms lil man?"
"Over there"
"Kamal RaKale Davis!" She came stomped towards him, he hid behind my legs.
"Kamal get over here right this instance!"
He walked over to her,
"Sorry-" She stopped in the dead middle of her sentence.
"RaKale?" I looked up at her.
"Asanah?-"
"Sorry I really gotta go"
"Asanah, Is that my son?" I studied the him.
"Yes,"
"That explains a lot, now where you been?"
"In New York, living happily. I only came down here for Tiffany's baby shower and she wanted me to bring RaKell and Kamal."
"RaKell?" I looked at her confused.
"Ohhhh, I ended up having twins. Yeah, well good time seeing you bye"
"Wait, wait. Can I at least spend sometime with them?"
"Yeah, tomorrow. At that park around from where we used to live"
"Number?" She wrote it down on a paper and slapped it in my hand. She got thicker then the last time I saw her.

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