My name

She didnt even know my name.

Actually - she knew my name because everyone told her again and again what my name was when she called me by something different.

Each and every time. Year after year.

The other thing she did to me...After I had J I sent her pictures. She returned them to me - unopened. Apparantly - I did something wrong in the protocol of the Matriarch.

I will never forget that feeling of rejection.

She died the other day.

I have been asked to attend her funeral or at least her wake.

Nah .... As she is looking down and seeing who attended she will start saying the names....

Ok Look - there is Big T. Little T. Baby T.

And.....Oh and.... whats her name?!?

Nah - I think I have something to do that night.