My name is D’Andre. I got that name from my mama’s cousin Andre. But instead of Andre, she put the ‘D’ in front of Andre, and to break the news, I don’t got no friends. I don’t really want friends because kids… they’re destructible. They break stuff.
A while ago on her birthday, we brought my mom breakfast in bed, made a cake, and cleaned the house. My sister made lunch and we ordered dinner. We told my mom she had nothing to worry about for us that day. She said it was her best day.