Omari

My son's name is Omari Nytwhone. He is 8 years old. He will be 9 this year. He is my world and has been my world even before he was conceived. I was pregnant before Omari. That child's name was Omar. He was killed when I was jumped by a group of girls in my neighborhood. The entire ordeal was petty on both parts and that pettiness caused me to lose the one thing that I loved more than life; my son. I tried my hardest to get pregnant again and I did. I loved Omari so much and my world revolved around him.

Now Omari is 9 and is a combination of a mom and dad's boy. He is turning into a man as each day goes by and sometimes I cry because the little baby that I felt kicking me and that I held all night long is getting to the point where he no longer needs me.

He did a big speech for Easter. He memorized it all by himself. He is so helpful with his little brother and sister. He is the best big brother although he gets on Omarion's nerves sometimes. He helps out around the house and makes straight A's in school. He is on the academic team and plays seasonal sports. He is a mom's dream child.

I love you Omari.