south is on a roll tonight!
i accepted it long ago.
my folks, well, hopefully they'll live long and die broke.
i told Papa, when i was there at the beginning of the month, to please rewrite their wills so all would go to my sister upon both their deaths.
but i know, i know, there will be the house on Fontenelle Street.
and i know my sister, well, she'd give up every cent of that house if it meant we'd go back there and live. she doesn't need money, in all truth.
and you know, if my kids are all 16+ when that day comes, and i hope they are because it will mean Papa and Mama were well, well on when they passed, then i think we'll go.
because there's no place for folks like us here.
then i guess we'll own our own house.
but i'll never consider it mine.
it'll be ours: Mama, Papa, Liza and me.
isn't that what a home really is?