Nini gets a new school bus that year and it arrives 20 minutes after school ends every day, so my daughter asks me if she can play with her friend until her bus comes. I play with them for a bit. She's polite.
I don't understand wtf she's saying but I know she's calling Nilaya. The jungle gym, btw, was on school property, it was fenced in and right beside where the buses picked the kids up so they could play after school.
He was hard to understand. Nini's parents now pick her up from school every day. Nini gives me a hug and says hi. She says yes. Cuts and bruises covered her body from what I was told. If I recall correctly it was a Sunday that year. I still have it somewhere. Nini loves butterlies. Hanna and Nini remain friends but I don't see her again for another 5 years. Over the course of those years, she would write me cute little hand-made cards for my birthdays, and My daughter and I would bake her things for hers.
Food was our go-to gift since Nini could eat the evidence. I got a real job over the course of those 5 years, I worked as a cook at a popular restaurant. I worked the mornings, every day. They would come with like 6 other indians, apparently they all lived together, and her parents were living off of the others like leeches, not working.
Nah, just fucking with you, could you imagine? She was kind of a pudgy kid. I remember how nice it was to see them together. My daughter's was short and golden. I have a bruise there". I turn to her and I tell her if she's ever in trouble or needs somewhere to go, she can always come stay with us.
