No Room For Crybabies Pt 1

Prologued: Before granny left....she used to sing to me a song..{that I'll} "that I will never forget." 'Son...I'll be going on Home....soon', "but there will be someone who will take care of.......You.." {I say}..."But gran-ny....whoo-wo-wwhooo will take care of you, and where are you going....(?)" "Because me and john-boy wants to go with you". Tears are (slowly) druel-ll-ling-g down her ...sweet-ol-face, she see's the tears...in the corner of my eyes, and she graps my hand and she tells me to (hush)..."hhuuu-sss now boy and Promised - Me." That you will take good care of your....Mother_____"and your (lil) brother.....jo-john-n...(coughing...she cann't remember his name)...John-Boy...grann-iee ...John-Boy.." OH'Yeah....yeee-aah..(he's) my baby, bighead and you Wiiill-led take care of him too. "Do you hear me.....boyy-ee....Yes'Mamm-med." Then she say for me...to stay from.....Stetson Store...it's on Stetson corner where drugs are sold, and she'd never allowed me to ever there all by myself. {she say} now even in her weakest stage; "you are to grow-up, and...become a man amongst...Men'(s).. Still(coughing) and still...crying...do you understand..?? 'Lil...Wesley..' "My Angel is here...now, then the room is suddently very quiet, then.....the machine goes flatline.." Crying moreso now...(myself) then someone touches me on the shoulder...and say's...she's gone now....son..."Home to be with the______Holy-One". "John-Boy...the little raskal...he's my baby brother and he is (3) yrs' old, and I'm Wesley...(Hi) and I am (10) ten yrs old..."Don't drive your...Mother Crazy....and remember what you...promised ...Me..(!!)." "Because....there's_______No room for ....Crybabies..{!!!}." And this is my story. (Lil) Wesley:: (pt. 1)