It was just a few days ago, last Sunday actually. My soon-to-be-family were all at my place after going to church and lunch. Three of us were napping on the living room couches while 'watching' NASCAR...the other two (the boys) were watching skateboarding videos on the computer. You know when you're hovering in that between place of being completely asleep and fully awake ... you're aware, but you're not? That's where I was when I sensed someone looking at me, then I heard this voice whispering, Deiga?... I slowly opened my eyes and there was Matthew, soon-to-be-11 and soon-to-be my stepson, his face just inches from mine. When he saw my eyes open, he asked, Do you have any pickles?... Yes, in the door of the fridge, at the bottom...and I went back to my nap. It's not a major event in the grand scheme of things - but for right now, it felt kinda like family...
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