Rockstar
Four months have passed since my father and I started talking again. Today, he asked me to bring Dashawn to his office. I was curious as to why just Dashawn. Tawny said, 'Maybe he just wanted a guy's day together.' That made sense.
I dressed Dashawn in a gray onesie with the words, ‘Yeah, I always look this good,’ and dark blue jean shorts. His little six-month-old chunky legs made the shorts look tight, but Tawny assured me they weren’t. My little man was a chunk unlike his sisters, who were little skinny minis. He was going to be a big boy like his daddy. I added a pair of black sandals on his tiny feet.
“You look cool, dude. Your mama has you stylin' all the time.”
I put some styling pomade in his hair, slicked his curls back from the front, and fluffed them at th
