Why do I call him that? It’s the only name that’s truly appropriate. HIs face is like the sun on a hot summer day. Up in the beautiful blue skies where pigeons fly and baby smiley sun thrives, that’s where I belong. When I first stepped into the gates of his majestic hot air balloon, I smelled a smell that reminded me slightly of Cinco de Mayo. I took a step towards him then I kissed his dry crusty chapped lips and then bounced onto a nearby cloud, the cloud where I betrayed him. Toddler Frowny Cloud was my new love. I had a passionate affair with him atop his cloud where close by Baby smiley sun sipped orange Koolaid as if it meant his survival. Eventually though winter did stop by. I practiced obedience and reminded myself that Jesus was the reason for the season. The new year came and caused more avoidence of the scenarios that have composed my year, my mind, my essecnce, and my being. My New Years resolution; to move, very,very, far away. But Then I realized Toddler Frowny cloud was Chinese….........