The Quiet Sister✔️

22. Back to Da Field

He had not been back to Springfield in a minute.

He was back now, closing the deal on the house for his mother, as well as attending lil IceeJay's first birthday party.

Of course, he had to bring Riyah with him. This was a perfect time for her to meet his mother.

"Springfield is sooo...small...and quiet. Sooo like, different than L.A."

"Is it much different from Galveston?"

"Humph!" she grunted. "That place is just as country as it wants to be. And racist. Although there were a lot of Mexicans, and I have some in me, they really hated Blacks and Hispanics."

"Well, Da Field is a little racist as well. Long as they stay in their lane, and we stay in ours, they will leave you alone for the most part."

"You would think with Icee running the city as he does, they would be more cordial."

"They don't care that man have money and a nice big house, his skin is still his skin."

He drove to his mother's old house where she was in the process of packing up everything. He lived in the bad, mostly Black side of Springfield. There were no fancy houses and white picket fences. If you wanted to cop some drugs, this was the area. This was where Icee and most of Fact Iz lived before their fame. His house was not far from the street TA and his sister lived before all the madness.

Their mother was now in a mental institution, gone crazier over losing both her kids.

The new house he bought his mother was on the better side of Springfield, past Battlefield Mall. Four bedrooms, five bathrooms, and even a small pool in the back. He wanted to make sure his mother was nice and safe and would get a security system installed. She lived alone, he would not be there to watch her.

Pulling up to his old house, he felt a little ashamed to show it to Riyah. He wished his mother was in the new house already so Riyah would not see how he lived. The old white house had paint peeling, dirt all over the side, dead trees that never grew leaves, the yard that was never taken care of, and crooked steps.

"This is ...nice," Riyah said looking around the yard. The grass was cut, but it still needed a professional to do some landscaping.

"We didn't have much but we had each other."

"That's nice."

Inside the house was better. They might have been poor but his mother still believed in having nice things. There were a few boxes stacked against the corner, but overall it was a clean and neat living room.

"Momma, we're here!" he yelled out, as he heard the TV going in her room.

His mother walked out of her room, down the hall, and into the living room. It was early in the morning, so she still had her bonnet on, and her old-lady gown even though she was only thirty-nine. She was a bigger woman, he never thought twice about her weight. She held a cigarette in her hand.

"Stop yelling in my house." She took a puff of her cigarette and blew out smoke, Riyah immediately started to cough.

"Momma, you can't smoke around Ri, she's pregnant."

"Oh that's right," his mother said, grabbing an ashtray and putting the cigarette out. "I had to hear about my only child having my first grandbaby from some TV show."

It was a good thing he did not have the video crew follow them along to Springfield. They wanted to, but he knew the time he was spending there was personal and had nothing to do with Riyah and his relationship. Plus, Kitty was not having a TV show crew at her din's birthday party unless they were paying, and the network could not afford her fee.