The family member you are,
you helped my big little sister move into her new house.
I was talking to you through your earphones,
and all I could hear was my nephew’s cheery little voice yelling repeatedly,
“Nyla Nyla Nyla.”
“Make sure he’s calling you Auntie Nyla,” I urged. “You have to make him say it.”
“It’s Auntie Nyla, Coby.”
I can only imagine his little face scrunching up for a moment after being corrected,
and then the next moment,
all I can hear through the phone is,
“Auntie Nyla Auntie Nyla Auntie Nyla.”
“What?” You ask as the sweet black dove you are.
And all he had to say was, “Hi”
with the most annoyingly adorable kid smile,