Saturday morning and my phone rings. I look over to see who it was and it's my sister Queena most likely wanting me to do something. Last week it was fix her pipes, the week before that fix the TV, not to mention she had her fine ass friend Alexandria over. But she couldn't fix her lips to help me out and put in a word with her. I, Ramon, the helpful big brother was to the rescue. This time I said to myself that I wasn't about to do shit. I let the call go to voicemail the first time. Then her worrisome ass had the audacity to call again. My guess is that she wasn't gonna let me sleep until I heard what she had to say. So I picked up the phone on the second ring.

"What you want now Queena?"

"You can't say 'hi' to your favorite baby sister?"

"Hi baby sister. What you want now Queena?"

"Ramonnnnnnn," she said in a long drawn out baby voice which usually ended up with her asking me how much I loved her and could I do her a "teeny lil favor."

"How much do you love your lil sis?" Bingo, she pulled the fucking trigger of the gun with a barrage of bullshit bullets to come.

"You know I love you sis but.."

"Well if you don't mind, could you do this teeny lil favor for me..."

"No but you could do me a favor and tell Alexandria to holla back."

"See what had happened was..."

Fuck that, I hung the phone clean up on her ass with no hesitation. She called back at least twice and I let it go to voice mail both times. Queena's ass was persistant with the bullshit and in order to keep from hearing mom and dad's mouth about how I should do this and that for her, I picked up on the second ring again. Just when I was about to form my mouth to cuss her smooth the fuck out, I heard a familiar sweet little voice that always calmed me down.

 

"Uncle Ramonnnn!"

"Hey there princess, how's my favorite niece." Queena's fuckin manipulative ass went and got my weakness, her daughter, my niece Natasha. Call me a softie if you want but I'd kill for her with no questions asked. She's sweet, polite and actually well-behaved for a six year old and when she was born, I was present and she seemed to cling to me more than her father.

"I'm sad now."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Momma's going out with that Ricky guy again and I won't make my ballet lesson today and I really, really, reeeeeaallly want to go." I shook my head and listened to her almost sob. I was fucking tired of saving my sister's ass but this was a little girl that loved dance more than anything, so who was I to say no and to keep her from what made her happy.

"Aight, unc's got you. What time does it start?"

"One."
"Okay sweetheart, I'll come get you okay."

"Okay! Thank you Uncle Ramon, I love you!"

"I love you too. Now put your momma back on the phone." That was that bullshit; I had to be at the gym for mixed martial arts training today and we were about to take a Muay Thai basics refresher but I loved Natasha to death.

"Hello?"
"Fuck you. You owe me for this, big time."

"Thank..."

 

I hung up the phone on her in mid-sentence, set my alarm and went back to sleep. At exactly 12:15 pm, I woke up, got out of bed and headed for the shower to get ready. Afterward, I took care of my oral hygiene, grabbed my clothes, phone and keys and headed out the door. At 12:40 I pulled up to Queena's in my red Charger to pick up Natasha. I opened up the car door stepped out and waited for her to come out. She ran to me and jumped on me.