Ali was really quiet on the way home. When we arrived, I climbed the steps to enter, but he remained on the sidewalk. I asked what was wrong, and he made a heartfelt request. He apologized for potentially appearing offensive and suggested I paid my mother a visit because he wanted to be alone. I hadn’t told her about the baby yet, and he knew I’d probably call her as soon as I got into the house. He also suggested I spend as much time with her as I could before her time was up too.
His friend’s death was really upsetting, and I totally understood that. But I didn’t want him to be alone. Why did no one let me love on them in their grief? I knew everyone grieved differently, and I tried not to project my style on them, but it was hard not to. So I agreed to spend the evening in Sulani.
