The leaves fell in Spring

     My New Jersey suburban house is always filled with family members from New York to Chicago. When you walk in my brown maroon house your nose will be politely welcomed with the smell of pot roast and sweet potatoes. My house is the neighborhood house because everyone is welcomed to come in. It is like a  bird's nest in the winter time. Evan, the ragged newspaper boy persistently stops by my house every friday to eat my grandma's famous sweet potato pie. I would watch him as he licked his fat fingers from his palms to his dirty fingernails after he devoured the meal.  My mother Shade' constantly advised me to be polite to Evan but he was so greedy and annoying, that is why I never let him in when I was alone in the house. Saturday mornings when my parents went to work he would come at 8:00 am to drop off the New York times newspaper. He would ring the bell numerous times so that I would answer it and say good morning to him. Instead I would heavily swing the door open and yell what in his face. Evan would admiringly smile and hand me the newspaper, "Have a beautiful day Ayinke," he would say . This kid was abnormal. Evan stands at 5'2, which is shorter than me and something I never thought was possible. He has a  round belly and basically reminds me of a hippopotamus. The headline of the New York Times inscribed "The leaves fell in spring." The headline was peculiar and I was never interested in reading the newspaper but this article instantly caught my eye. The article read: In New Jersey today the winter of 2025  it is so hot that a couple went outside to buy some ice cream and it melted before the money was handed to the seller. I licked my lips and my saliva burnt my lip. The weather seems very surreal these days.