My son is absolutely handsome, his features are a mix of Loraine and me, he is the epitome of our love. His hair is clearly a blend of my blond and his mother's black hair, his complexion is tan but that could be the result of the Caribbean sun. His blue eyes are clearly mine, but his confident demeanor clearly comes from both parents. It is genetic. I smile blissfully as I stare at him from afar.
I take my phone out of my pocket, zoom in the lens and snap a few shots of him. Tonight I'll show Anele her brother, I'm sure she'll be over the moon. I watch as the group moves to one of the fast-food restaurants at the airport, my son seems like a real foodie. There is another man there, as the journalist had indicated, he seems so gay. Wait, I had met him that night in Barbados, he had brought Loraine home the first time I met her on the island.
