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ahead and eat child, what you waiting on?” she asked. He was just staring at his plate. He still couldn’t believe a total stranger was treating him so well.
    “Yes ma’am, I was just trying to figure out what you wanted me to do with these,” he replied holding out his dirty clothes and towels he had just used.
    “Oh I’m sorry sugar, you can give them to me. You won’t be needing these anymore,” she said turning to throw them in the trash.
    “We’re going to go out and get you some new things so don’t you worry! Now gone and eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
    He then sat down and started eating. “So Mr. Rashad, tell me what you were doing sleeping out here in the streets alone? Where are your parents?” Grams asked.
    “Well my dad was murdered two years ago. After he passed my mother got addicted to drugs. I found her dead in our kitchen three weeks ago, she had overdosed. I didn’t call the police because I don’t have anyone else left to take me, and I really don’t wanna be an orphan so I packed some things and left,”
    Grams was at lost for words, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She could imagine the pain he was going through and it made her cry on the inside. All she could do was give him a big hug. “It’s going to be okay baby; the storm is over. I’m going to take good care of you. Just finish up your food and don’t worry you hear,” She assured young Rashad. She then smiled and pecked him on his forehead.
    “Standin on the corner straight slangin rocks, awwww shit her come the muthafuckn cops. So, I run, I duck and I hide behind a tree, making sure the muthfuckas don’t see me!” 13-year-old Dorian was rapping Eazy E’s verse as he was walking through the front door towards the kitchen.
    “Boy you better watch that filthy ass mouth of yours!” Grams yelled at her grandson. “And what the hell you doing strolling in here at 9 o’clock in the damn morning? I keep telling yo ass you ain’t grown!” She was hot! Dorian had turned out just like her son. He had been thrown out of school, he would stay out all night until the next morning, and she recently start noticing large amount of money mysteriously appearing in her pocketbook. “I bet you been out there selling them drugs. You gone end up like your damn daddy ya hear!” she shouted in frustration.
    “Awwww Grams, what I tell you about all that fussing? You too pretty to be doin all that,” Dorian said with a big grin showing all of his perfect teeth. He then grabbed her, gave her a big hug, and planted several kisses on her face while slipping $500 in the pocket of her house coat.
    “Get off me boy,” she said, trying her best not to crack a smile. Dorian was a horrible teenager out in the streets, but he was so respectful and sweet to her. If she didn’t already know, he was something else; he probably would’ve been able to convince her he was the perfect angel.
    “If you would act like you got some sense I wouldn’t have to fuss,” she said cutting her eyes at Dorian.
    “Aw, come on Grams, don’t do me like that. I wasn’t even doing nothing. I was over Sway house. We was playing the game all night, I got tired a fell asleep,” he lied. He would say anything to keep his grandmother from being upset with him.
    “Yeah okay, ya lil ass bet not be lying!” Grams spat. She was so busy jumping down his throat, she forgot they had guest.
    “Who is you and why you wearing my clothes?” Dorian asked as he turned to look Rashad up and down as he was sitting at the table.
    “Boy hush up! That’s not how you talk to guest. This is Rashad, I found him sleeping out on our porch this morning. He’s going through a horrible time and he needs our help. So he will be staying here for a while. Now I want you to act like you got some sense and treat him good you hear!” Grams told him. “I got you Grams, I’ma take care of the lil nigga,” Dorian said laughing while playfully digging his knuckles