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raised by my grandmother on my father’s side and I was practically raised by wolves in the street.
    Our parents passed away five years ago and since then we’ve been dealing with that loss. They were on vacation in the Middle East, and one day a suicide bomber blew up the museum they were visiting. In total, eight people got killed and two of them were our mother and father. It was a shock, but that’s life, and sometimes God deals you a fucked up hand and you have no choice but to play it to the best of your ability. I questioned the heavens plenty of times about why, but now I understand that it’s all part of the process; it’s life’s cycle. Our time we have between being born and dying is precious. We have to cherish each moment because you never know when your day will arrive. One of the few things I remember my mother telling me was that sacrifice is needed in order to achieve your ultimate goal. She would say those words to me all the time, but I was young and didn’t fully grasp it. It wasn’t until I got older that I understood what she was saying. It was a jewel I would pass on to my little brother.
    I jumped up, showered, got dressed and was on my way to my grandmother’s house in Mount Vernon. She lived on South Columbus Avenue. I pulled up in front of the house, parked and went inside.
    “Wassup, sis,” Dorian came down the steps and gave me a hug.
    “Damn boy, it’s like you get taller every time I see you.”
    “You should come around more often,” he smiled and walked off.
    He was right. Since Marlon and I started dating, our relationship consumed most of my time. Before then I came around at least twice a week; nowadays I hardly showed up, in fact, this was my first visit since the New Year.
    I walked through the foyer, pass the dining room and into the kitchen where my grandmother stood at the sink, washing dishes.
    “That’s supposed to be Dorian’s job, grandma.”
    My voice surprised her and she turned around. “Oh my… don’t you be scaring me like that, Cherish, you know I’m gettin’ old,” she said.
    “Oh please, grandma… you ain’t gettin’ old,” I walked over to her and gave her a hug. I loved my grandmother. She was the rock of our family, the nucleus. When things didn’t seem right, grandma always found a way to make it correct.
    “Well, happy New Year to you too, I ain’t seen ya’ since December, you alright?”
    “Yes, I’m good grandma, happy New Year,” I said.
    “You taking that boy shopping today, ‘cause he’s a pain in my ass. He been up all goddamn morning, playing that loud ass music like he retarded or somethin’.” Grandma turned the water off and dried her hands on her apron. “Cherish,” she looked me right in my eyes. “You better have a talk wit’ that boy. I don’t know what he out there doin’… but he’s doin’ somethin’… and it ain’t right. I jus’ know it ain’t. You hear me?”
    “Yes, grandma. Any food left?”
    “It’s homefries, eggs and bacon over there on that stove. Help yourself, I’m done in here,” she walked out the kitchen.
    I made a plate, sat at the table to eat and Dorian walked in from the backyard.
    “Sis, you ready?” he was anxious.
    “Dorian, don’t you see me eating, have some respect, please. And what you been doing out there?”
    “Out where? What grandma told you?”
    “She didn’t tell me anything. I asked you a question.”
    “I ain’t doin’ nothin’… what you mean?” he shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t know what I was talking about. I knew he was lying.
    “How’s school?”
    “School is good,” he said.
    “Good like what? What are your grades like?”
    He shrugged his shoulders again. “They descent,”
    “What’s descent,” I asked. “My descent is A’s and B’s.”
    He sucked his teeth. “C’mon sis, that ain’t descent, that’s great. My descent is like… C’s and D’s…”
    “C’s and D’s? Dorian, you better be lying to