An ode to Adoti's cousin

I have known him since he was in vitro. At the time, no one knew he was a baby boy. Until his birth almost nine years ago, there were no boys in the family. So now the young lad is surrounded by females. Despite seemingly insurmountable odds, he has grown into a young man whose masculinity is unchallenged by all the women in his life. That is not to say that he is callous and unfeeling, rather that he has an innate sense of his own manhood.

For the longest time, he was the youngest grandchild in our family, but then Adoti came along and suddenly, he was a big brother of sorts.

Technically, they are cousins but you would not tell by looking at them. Adoti has always loved Zachy and Zachy has always loved her back. Being the younger one, she has the luxury of loving him for free — fully expecting that he will return her affections without reservation.