After an awkward dinner, we all settled in the living room. I curled on the couch, watching Jimmy and Griffin play an NBA video game. They were into it; they kept their scores on draws.
No one talked much since after what happened earlier. While my brother and boyfriend played video games, I cozied up next to Griffin in a warm blanket and sluggishly chewed on the Cheetos I had found earlier in the kitchen cabinet.
Seeing Jimmy and Griffin bonding was a peace of mind to me.
Mom had stayed with us in the awkward silence until she eventually succumbed to the frequent yawning and said her good night to the three of us an hour and a half ago.
While Griffin was so invested in the game he and Jimmy were playing, I took my shot and observed him without his cognition. He was happy; it was en
