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"You ready, baby?" I asked walking in the room, fixing my tie as I stood in the bathroom door eyeing Euphoria.
"I'm almost finish" she said lowly, brushing her hair. I looked at her as she stood there looking in the mirror, observing the way the sadden but blank expression was painted across her face. Walking further into the bathroom, I wrapped my arm around her waist as I stared at her throughout the mirror finally getting a close up on her.
There were little bags that were forming under her red eyes, tear marks that indicated that she had been crying and her puffiness didn't not once give it away.
Placing a peck on the side of her cheek, I watched as her eyes watered up and she bit her lip while she tried holding them but couldn't because they immediately poured out.
My baby was hurting, she was in pain.
Today was the funeral of Mama Grace. Days leading up to it, there had been a lot that was going on between me trying to cover and get my shit together but also—trying to make sure everything with Euphoria was straight as well. It hadn't been easy on the both of us, there were mixed emotions, bad days and even small arguments that took place in all leading up to this day.
I mean, yeah there were still a lot of things that I needed to cover with her but that could eventually come later. I ain't want to argue nor have any bad day, especially on this day so I was going out everything that had happened between us on the side because I knew my baby needed me. She needed my just as bad as I needed her, so I was gonna be there to do everything that I could to try and make her feel what she already felt—better.
"Look mama" I said grabbing her chin, making her turn towards me. She looked at me with tears running from her eyes leaving me to wipe them as she sniffed and covered her face.
"My mom" Euphoria cried burying her face into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her face.
I stood there allowing her to find any type of comfort it was that she needed with being in my arms. I ain't really know what to say nor do in the moment because I knew that she wasn't alright and I also knew that everything wasn't gone be the same.
Her mom, the lady who birthed her and who she found peace, love and guidance in was gone. She was the only person who was there for her since her born day, so I knew that this shit was fucking with her more than it was me.
I just wanted her to know that I was here and that this was something that we both could get through, regardless of all the other shit that we had going on.
