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The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part 16 and 17)
Part 16 & 17 (Kenneth's narration continues.) Carlina chimes in abruptly. "Wait a minute? How can this be Mosphselex' soul if all that we did was just simply banish her?"
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part 15)
Part 15 What a freaking night. I mean damn.... First, we save Kendra Miller, which is awesome, because her parents were ready to accept that she may have been dead. It must be such a relief for parents when they discover that their child is still alive. Especially in this world nowadays. Once Carlina and I finally teleported back to the house, we immediately hand the stone over to Mona. The TV blared as we entered as the anchorman reported that no more casualties had ensued and that Houston police and fire departments had quelled most of the chaos in the South Houston area.
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part 14)
Part 14 I moved into the partially lit room on the side of the bed where Christian lay and looked down at him. The entire room seemed to have vibrated as my mother snored. I thought the walls were about to collapse. I swear she could scare off a burglar with her snoring. My son was such a handsome, little man laying there with his pacifier clipped to his bib that read “Best Grandma in The World.” I rolled my eyes at the sight of it. I continued watching as his little chest heaved up and down as he slept. My mother faced the opposite direction, with her back towards me, as she continued to snore loudly. I reached down and picked up my son and rested him over my shoulder. His little brown eyes opened briefly, looked at me while rubbing his petite nose, then rested his head back on my shoulder. I never imagined ever having the opportunity to be a mother. I'd have to say that it changed my life completely. I think even Kenneth knows it. I grabbed his Sesame Street blanket and headed towards the door. I hadn't realized the snoring had halted before my mother says, “You're welcome.” I glared over in her direction to see that she hadn't moved from her sleeping position.
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part Three)
(Back at Carlina's mother's house in Houston) Before I could reach for the door to knock, Martha quietly pulls it open. "Hey, Mom is upstairs with Christian." She continues softly, "My gosh, how do you guys put him to sleep? I've been up for at least two hours with him. Thank god he's sleeping now."
A partial native (Native American) To this land of hatred Attached to a program I stand outside of the matrix My Observation
There's some people that don't mind Just acknowledging the hate All that some May be accustomed Follow suit They must be feeling great
Take a Bow
I'm practically done with the dumb shit Growing in abundance But to some It sounds intelligent Your opinion of me, irrelevant
The African Prince and the Mayan Princess (Part Two)
Part 2 I love my husband, but sometimes he does some stupid shit... and he always has to have the last word. "And... might I also add that..."