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into another hug and squeeze her tight. “I’ve missed you so much.”
    “Missed me?” My mother asks before chuckling, “It’s okay baby, momma’s right here.”
    Once our hug is broken for the second time, we retreat over to the sitting area of her room and start to talk about Kendrick. From my bag, I pull out the grease, comb and rubber bands. Then I start to take down and re-braid my mother’s hair. I tell her all about how big Kendrick is getting, and how he’s growing into such an amazing and respectful little boy. Afterward, we laugh and talk about all the funny things that he used to do when he was a baby. Our visit is going pretty good if I say so myself; which is something that hasn’t happened in a while. When my mother asks when she could see Kendrick, I pause and swallow the lump in my throat because I really don’t know what to say. I think back to our last visit and how she tried to attack me, and the fear of her doing something similar with Kendrick around makes me think that it’s a very bad idea.
    Since I don’t know what I’ll walk into on a day to day basis, I’ve been keeping him away because I don’t want her to scare him off. I know that seeing his grandmother in the “odd” state that she’s usually in could confuse him, and I don’t want that. I continue to go back and forth with myself in my mind for a few moments still not saying a thing. My mother turns to look  at me over her shoulder. When I see that her eyes are watery, and she’s on the verge of crying I feel bad. Even though she doesn’t know what day is, or even who I am sometimes, I know that there’s no doubt that she loves me and her grandson. Before I give my answer, I grin and bend down to kiss her once on the cheek. As I come back up, I promise her that I’ll bring him with me for the next visit. The way her face brightens up melts my heart, and I’m glad that I could make her happy. I haven’t seen my mother really smile in years, and if bringing Kendrick to see her makes her feel good, then that’s what I’m going to do.
    I continue to sit with my mother until the sun goes down, and it’s almost time for visiting hours to be over. My plan is to stay with her until she falls asleep before heading home. It’s been such a nice visit, that I don’t want it to end because I don’t know the next time it will go so well. She may not know it, but I cherish these times because they are few and far between. As she lies in her bed dozing off, she looks over at me and shakes her head.
    “Girl, I swear you look just like your daddy.”
    “Huh,” I ask because I know that I must have heard her wrong. I look nothing like my father, and I do mean nothing like him.
    “Yep, you and yo’ daddy coulda passed for twins. Boy did he love him some Shanair,” she snickers. “That’s all he used to talk about, Shanair this and Shanair that.” She laughs again. There’s a glazed look in her eyes, as she speaks of my father.
    “Momma, what are you talking about? Daddy and I don’t look anything alike,” I tell her, believing that she’s once again slipped back into a state of confusion.
    “I remember the first time he saw you, we were in the grocery store.” She pauses, totally ignoring my question. “He walked right up to me and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew…he knew you were his.” My mother continues with a shake of her head. “Of course, I tried to lie and cover it up, but even a blind man could see that you were his.”
    I stare at her wondering who she’s referring too because she can’t possibly be speaking about me and my dad seeing me for the first time in the grocery store? Knowing I was his? Who in the world could my mother be talking about?  I’ve seen photos from the hospital, and quite a few of them show my dad holding me right after I was born, so it’s impossible for the story she’s telling to be about us. I start to interrupt her and ask again who’s she referring to, but I