“This ain’t your job, B. I’m sorry I’m putting this on you,” Messiah said, tone low…discouraged. “And it wasn’t your job to keep me clean all these years. To watch over me after Noah died. To come cut my grass when Iman is in California. To teach Saviour how to shoot a jump shot or come cover my windows in plastic before the first snow fall,” Bleu whispered. “But you did it. You do it and you never complain, and you never not show up for me. I’m always going to show up, Messiah. Other people seem to come and go, but we all we got,” she answered, tears falling.
