You had just moved to the neighborhood. You, along with your brother KG and your fathers, Barry and Randall. Barry was the only white person in the house, everyone else being black.

Barry hums, happily cooking away in the kitchen, his hips swaying to the music playing in the backround. Randal looks at his husband playfully, bumping his hip.

“What’s got you in a good mood, Honey?” He asked him inquisitively. Barry looked down at his husband. “Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing at all, baby.”

KG sat at the kitchen table island, playing with his game. He was your twin brother, the chiller twin. The tech wiz of the family, really.