18: UNKNOWN

KEISHA

Perhaps anyone passing by would glance at us because of the loud laughter of the two, seemingly uncaring and just enjoying each other's company.

"C'mon daddy you're so weak!" I smile as I watch them, amused by how close my son is to Colten despite not being related by blood. I'm happy because whenever Colten is with my son, Noah, I see genuine joy in his eyes. I'm just beside them, watching them play basketball. We've been here for quite some time in the time zone, but Noah seems relentless in playing, not showing any signs of fatigue.

"Noah baby, that's enough. You've been playing since earlier. Aren't you hungry yet?" I approach them, wiping the sweat off Noah's back. He's panting heavily from continuously playing just to beat Colten.

"Mama, I'm alright, but if you're hungry, we can eat now," Noah said. I smiled at his words; he was really sweet to me and to my mama. He is our little angel.

"What about me? Aren't you going to wipe my sweat?" Noah and I exchanged glances,