Mykah
Life really does a 360. One day you're laughing, happy.. and the next you're paralyzed. It was unfair, but what could I do? Honestly. I spent days in the hospital crying and begging God to wake me up from this dream. But this wasn't a dream. This was my new reality.
Genesis, as usual was nowhere to be found. But thank God for my new aid or nanny.. whatever you want to call it, Priscilla. She's really been doing that damn thang and Im truly grateful for her.
My eyes opened and I turned on my side. This was the new norm. They might as well just cut my legs off.
I lifted myself off the bed with my arms and hands and reached for my wheelchair.
"Now you know you got no business doing that." Priscilla startled me making herself present.
"I.."
"I told you you're not strong enough to be doing that." She walked further into my room and wheeled the wheelchair by the side of my bed.
I didn't say anything as she helped me get settled into my chair.
"There you go baby." She rubbed my shoulder soothingly. "You know I got you."
"Thanks P." She then rolled me out of the room and into the kitchen.
"I'm making grits and turkey bacon for breakfast."
"Sounds good." I replied. I yawned and rolled myself over to the kitchen table looking at the pile of mail.
"No." P said before I could even go threw it.
"No?" I sighed and shook my head in sorrow. I had been waiting for Mason to write me back. But he hadn't. I miss him so much. His voice, his smile, his pretty eyes. Him. Hawaii was so far away. I blamed myself but I couldn't help it. Things were the way they were because of me.
"He'll write. I'm sure of it." Priscilla said and I turned around to see her looking at me when she should've been cooking. She stayed in my business.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Yeah? Well when? Because I've been waiting for a very long fucking time now and I haven't gotten one piece of mail back."
"First of all young lady," she raised up a finger and wagged it. "Don't be cussing at me just because your man doesn't know how to communicate. If he wanted to write, he would. But obviously he hasn't, has he?"
I didn't say anything. She was always right. Maybe he didn't want to write me because he didn't want to but that just didn't sound right. Mason loved me. I was sure of it.
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Mason
"I'm thinking about dying my hair back black, what do you think?" Genesis asked me as she held onto my hand tightly.
I looked at her, taking in all her features and shrugged. "Yeah. I don't see why not."
