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Location: Chicago, Illinois
Time: 6:27pm
POV: 3rd person

Malaysia hauled the bags of groceries up the stairs, sitting them on the ground before knocking on the door in front of her.

"Coming!" A elderly voice from inside.

The door opened revealing a 4'9 old black lady. Malaysia slightly towered over her at her 5'2 height.

She smiled at Malaysia widely, "Oh hi, my baby. I thought I told you don't bring me no more food." She lightly popped Malaysia's hand, taking 2 bags from her.

"I know mama but I gotta make sure my favorite lady stays healthy." Malaysia smiled.

Miss Floria, Malaysia's old foster mother. Charles stopped coming home when Malaysia was around 9. With no food in the house, Malaysia started stealing from grocery stores. Being that she was 9 and that the clerks were easily able to see that she was stuffing loafs of bread in her pockets, she ended up in a juvenile detention center.

After serving a few months, once it was time for her to get picked up, Charles never showed up. Malaysia waited 16 hours for her father before the center called cps getting her put in a group home. The longer Malaysia stayed in the homes, the angrier she got. She fought everybody that she got placed with that pissed her off. After a few bad foster homes, Malaysia got placed with Miss Floria.

Miss Floria thought she was the sweetest thing ever and permanently adopted her after a few months. No matter how irritated and upset Malaysia got with Miss Floria, Miss Floria never judged her or got angry with her. Although Miss Floria did not know exactly what Malaysia's background was, she knew she had a rough upcoming which led her in foster care. Miss Floria was one of the very few consistent adults in her life. Once Malaysia was in Miss Floria's care, she was well taken care of.

She didn't have to worry about being smacked across the face for stuttering.  She didn't have to hide and lock her room while her mother got trains ran her in the living room. She didn't have to worry about fighting to get a seat at the table. She didn't have to share a bed with 4 other girls. She didn't have to spilt 1 can of Vienna sausages into food for 3 days. She didn't have to fight 2 girls at once for a hair brush. She was happy.

"Come on in before the food gets cold." Miss Floria rushed her in.

"What you cooked?" Malaysia said sitting the groceries on the table beginning to take everything out the bags.

"Baked macaroni, cabbage, and chicken. The sweet potato pie is in the oven." Miss Floria opening up the oven to check on the pie. "I was going to call you over today to get a plate but you're already here."

"I haven't ate today so thank you." Malaysia put the empty grocery bags in the drawer before beginning to put the food in the refrigerator. "The doctor called you back about your heart burn?"

"No Malaysia. I told you to stop worrying about that." Miss Floria pointed her finger at her with her hand on her hip.

"Mama I have to worry. You refuse to go to the doctor unless I force you."

"I don't need to go to no doctor, that's what ginger ale is for." Miss Floria waved her off.

Malaysia shook her head, knowing this was a battle she would lose. She would just have to continue to force Miss Floria to go to the doctor when needed.