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
