Dear Mama/Welcome to La Push


๐’Ÿ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐“‚๐’ถ,

๐’ข๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ˆ...๐ผ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“‰! ๐ผ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’น๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’๐’ถ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๐’ฏ๐’พ๐’ถ ๐“‰๐‘œ "๐‘”๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡'๐“ˆ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž". ๐’ฉ๐‘œ ๐’น๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰ ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰, ๐’น๐’พ๐’น๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐’น๐“Ž ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐’ท๐“๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Ž'๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’ท๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐’ถ ๐’ท๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’ฝ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“๐’พ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆ? ๐ผ ๐“‚๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ƒ, ๐‘”๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿง ๐“Ž๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ƒ๐‘œ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‚ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐“‚๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ. ๐’ช๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“… ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰, ๐ผ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“๐“Ž ๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ (๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐ผ'๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น ๐‘œ๐’ป) ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’พ๐“‰'๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป๐’ป ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐’ถ๐“‡๐’น ๐ผ ๐‘”๐‘œ? ๐ผ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐“†๐“Š๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐ผ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‹๐‘’. ๐ผ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š, ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰ <๐Ÿฅ.

๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐“๐“Ž,

๐’ฆ๐’พ๐’ถ ๐’ฆ๐“‡๐“Ž๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“

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Betty, a friend of my mother, pulls up to the supposed house of my Aunt.

"Thank you once again Ms.Betty! It was nice meeting you."

"Anything for you little Kenya! Tell your momma I said "Hi"!"

"Will do! And good luck with the kid!"

With that I close the door and make my way up to the fashionably tiny house. However droplets would come down from the roof, almost like a metronome.'Rain. One of God's glorious creations.' I think to myself.ย I walk up to the damp porch, and knock on the door. About a couple minutes later, this girl (looked to be in high school) appeared with beautifully thick black hair and she looked with done with life as a whole.

"Ma!" She all of a sudden screeches.

"Yes?"

"There's someone at the door!"

"And you just goin' open it?! Who is it?!"

"Ken-Ken's daughter"

Along with the clicking of heels, a woman with luxurious curly hair comes into the living room with a curve-hugging, medium-sleeved dress walks in.

"Hey girlie! I haven't seen you since you were five years old. Goodness, you've gotten so tall!"

Yes, because that is what happens as time passes on without seeing Mama's side of the family.

"So how's life been treating you?"

...

"Good. It sucks that I had to move, at least it was nice and warm down in Alabama. Here, it's as chilly as all get out!"

"Not so bad once you get used to it. Matter fact, why don't you come on in and I'll show you around!"

"Sure thing!"

After going inside, I place my things down in the living room and join her on the house tour.

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