"I Gotta do, What I Gotta do"

R.I.P Roy

* one week later*

Shaniece P.O.V

Sitting here just looking at daddy , MY daddy laying in this casket. He looks good actually. Doesn't look bigger or way smaller or like they stuff his face with anything. Looking at my daddy laying there is doing something to my mind , my heart , my body and soul. I feel like shit inside.

My moma is taking it the worst.

Because of that , I have to be strong for everybody else.

My moma hasn't said anything since she told me the horrible news.

She just sits in her room looking at the wall. I think she's all cried out. She hasn't shower or ate in days. She just stares at the wall. She hardly sleeps .

And today everybody is expecting her to speak. But I'm going to say a few words for her .

" We are here today to celebrate the home going of Roy David Smith. He will be leaving behind his beautiful wife Shana Ranice Smith. And seven children." The preacher continued to read but he was interrupted by everybody in the crowd saying "what". Whispers broke out.

My moma jumped up and said , "Preacher I think you've got it messed up Roy only has six kids !"

I was confused. Seven ? Its only six of us I thought . it must been a typo.

" Everyone just calm down please and let me finish " the preacher said calmly.

" Roy David Smith also leaves behind his seven children . Shaniece , Shantia , Shania, Shawn , Sharrod , Sabrina and Roy Jr. " before the preacher could get even get another word out my moma stood up and started to curse the preacher out .

" You a muthafucking lie , my man ain't have no muthafucking seven kids . Where the fuck they find yo ass at ? Probably ain't no real preacher . I should beat --

Before mama could finish. Rachel walked in holding a baby . The baby looked to be a couple months old.

Everybody looked at Rachel walking in.

She then said ," I can explain the seventh child."

My moma didn't even say anything. She just charged towards Rachel with no hesitation.

I tried to grab her but my moma was pit bull mad! Moma snatched Rachel up . Somebody took the baby from Rachel. Moma was whooping her ass and bad . Rachel face was leaking.

The preacher and damn near the whole church was trying to break up the fight.

My moma had a tight grip of Rachel's hair. The grip was so tight that when they were pulling Rachel one way , My Moma and Rachel's hair went another way. She had a big ol plug of hair gone.

My moma broke out screaming and crying.

I tried to stay strong but then my brothers and sisters started crying too.

Then I started crying as well.

All I could think was , God please help us.

Where do we go from here ??

Authors Note

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