The best part of being a child is how idyllic you can make your surroundings and the world.
I grew up believing Bernard (Son Bain) was my brother. After all we both had the same grandma, Ms. Ceaty, who lived with one of her daughters, Miss Idora (Ma) DeCoteau, my mother. To be sure he lived at our Tanty Georgiana's home, but he was mostly at ours with Wilton, my older brother, and of course helping out with his dearly beloved Ceaty.
When I finally found out that he was my deceased uncle's grandson, and therefore Ceaty's great-grandson, our brotherly relationship never ceased. We all know how migration has changed so much about family relations, but whenever we met whether it was in New York or back in Gouyave, Bernard was always my dear cousin.
Until we meet again, rest in peace my cousin, Bernard Son Bain Wade.