I remember having so many questions about my name

I remember asking my dad where my name came from, with his response being “I forgot” which made no sense to me at the time

I remember asking my parents if i can hold my baby brother and them answering with “no”

I don’t remember seeing my mom pregnant with my baby brother or seeing her come home with my baby brother, i just know i have one

I don’t remember being told i’m black and hispanic i just always knew it

  I don’t remember being told that my name was Isaiah

 I don’t remember being told i had an older sister,                                                                       
 She has just always been there


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