Meet Me By The Altar

WHY

Mickay's POV...

mere hours until...

"Mickay go sleep." Israel said groaning, after I came in her room for the fourth time.

"But I can't." I said complaining at 2 am in the morning.

I was spending the night before my big day. With the guy I hadn't talked to or seen in almost there months.

"Do you think he'll come?" I asked her for the opteenth time.

"Mickay Uniqua Masters I said go to sleep!" She yelled at me causing me to jump.

I couldn't sleep at all that night and I had a wedding to go to by 11 am. I went to the kitchen and found a family sized package of Doritos and went before the TV. A rerun of the Steve Harvey show was playing. I bearly payed attention to it, all I could think about was Devon.

I picked up my phone at 4 am in the morning scrolling through my list of contacts for his name. I called it with shaky, sweaty hands. It went straight to voicemail. Then again why would he be up at four in the morning. Also who knocks on someone's door at four in the morning.

"Hi Mickay." The lady standing there said.

"Hi. Do I know you?" I said to the lady. She looked to be in about her late 40's.

"Actually you do." This lady is weird. "My name is Herminie Phillips, I'm your mother."

"I think you have the wrong Mickay. My mother died ten years ago." I was about to close the door but something kept me from doing so. Somewhere in the Bible did say not to turn away some people from your door because you might be helping angels. "Would you like a place to stay until the morning?"

"That would be nice. Thank you." She said stepping into the house.

"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked when she took off her jacket.

"Water would be fine." She said sitting on the sofa.

I went to the kitchen and brought back two glasses of water.

"Can I share something with you Mickay?" She asked after drinking the water.

"Go ahead Ms. Philips."

"Ten years ago my daughter yelled she hated me. She was only fifteen at the time. I will admit that I wasn't much of a mother figure to her, but That same day I got involved in a car accident because I was high off cocaine, I should have died that day. But I ended up in a coma. One that lasted seven years. When I woke up I had been diagnosed with amnesia. After a year it went, horrific memories came back of what I used to do. Then I remembered my daughter. I spent time recollecting myself and spent a month in rehabilitation so I wouldn't go back to my old self. After that I tried digging to find where you might be, but I couldn't. I was losing hope if I could ever find you. But a man who knew your father told me you had moved Florida with Fabian."

"Even though your saying this. How can I believe you?" She had gotten everything quite accurate, but how could I be sure it was really her. They told me she died that day, why would they lie.

She started to move around her clothing exposing her torso. "You were a c-section. You also have this line on your torso, also there is a large sized birthmark in the middle of your back." She was right I dfud have one similar to hers but how does it prove anything?