A Call From My Sister, My Abuela

Kindred,

My baby sister, East-Face, has called and informed me that my Abuela, our Grand Mother has been placed in hospital and that she is in Intensive Care. BUT, is doing better.

My Baby Sister, East-Face, lives in Georgia.

My Grand Mother, lives in West Tampa, blocks North of our Old Block and Community. Those houses between Tampania and Habana- smack dab in the middle. Right over there near by the bakery...

...my Grand Mother, my Abuela and I live in the same city.

No one, not one has called to share this news of heart congestion with me.

What the fuck? I may not be able to hear so too good, but my eye's sure have seen.

This is not in the blood. Immature, yes, sad, yes, but not in my Mixed God Damned Blood!

Abuela, my grand mother, I love you! And I know that you know this.

My dearest Abuela, has always known these childish way's The game's grown people play.

I know because she has told me so, and we knew such, that love does not equal the games these people play. My Grand Mother knew and knows. That's all that matters to me today.

I have no more to say.