"Hey, Ray," I greeted him outside of the prison.
He smirked. "You missed me?"
"Enough to wait 12 years on yo ass, now shut up and get in the car."
He put his hand on his chest. "Wit'cho bossy ahh!!"
We both hopped into my car and drove back to Cleveland. I waited 12 years for him to get out, and now he was here. He was 18 when he had to go. Now, this dude's like 30, and I'm 28. He can't wait to see his 11-year-old son, Rahmir. He's never saw him, just saw pictures. My mom held me back from visiting him, because she said it wasn't 'safe'. We finally pulled up at the house, where Rahmir sat on the front porch with his 10-year-old sister, Rema. I forgot about that one visit .
"Mommy, you're home," Rema ran up to me, hugging me.
Rahmir looked at Ray skeptically. "Ma, who is this wit'chu?"
I took a deep breath. "Rema, Rahmir, this is your father, Rayan."
They both looked at Rayan. Then, they just gave him a big hug, dragging me in it, too. Yep, this was how it was supposed to end.
•°•My Nigga Just Made Bail by Bas•°•
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