evan
it was an early morning in april. rebecca and i were sleeping when we heard the baby cry.
"you get her," she said.
"i got her last time you get her," i replied.
"no you. i'm tired."
"yeah well so am i."
"you're not the one who carried her for 9 months. and has to give her things that come out of your body."
"yeah. well your not the one who's mom's an alcoholic."
rebecca got up and looked at me: "what did you just say?"
meanwhile karessa the baby continued crying.
"and you don't know that," rebecca told me.
she was right i didn't. i didn't know much about her family.
"fine i'll get her," she said getting up.
"honey if you're tired..." i began feeling bad.
"if, i'm tired? i'm always tired. and also you don't have the um right equipment. no man does."
she was right.
rebecca went into the living rm. to check on the baby while i got up as well. my phone buzzed in my pocket.
"yeah?" i asked answering it only to realise there was no one on the other end and it was a text not a phone call.
"damnit," i said closing it.
