Beyoncé Knowles
Houston, Texas
Mama Tina's Home
10/16 1:56 PM
"Beyoncé! My nigga." My long term friend August came up to me for a hug.
I had just got off a flight from New York, and drove straight to my Mothers house. I didn't expect all these people to be here.
As soon as I pulled up I spotted cars flooding the driveway and down the street. All this for lil ole' me
"I missed you nigga!" I pulled him into a tight hug. He was my best friend before I moved to New York.
"Man they got everybody here for you, bro. We all proud." I smiled a little as we both went towards the door. I don't think I was prepared for all the love I was about to receive.
When I left Houston I didn't plan on coming back. It was too toxic of a place for me.
Especially as a young black woman selling dope on the corners of 3rd ward. It was dangerous here and I knew that wasn't the path I wanted to go down.
I invested in my clothing brand 'Ivy Park' when I was 18 years old and moved. I gained enough money from selling drugs to have a brand worth over $1 Billion dollars today. I was aware of how successful I was at 28 years old. I came far.
Yet having so much money was a blessing, I got lonely at times. From having females just using me for dick and money was tiring. I used to put hoes over my serious priorities and once I realized that I made the decision to move back to Houston.
That was where it all began. This was where all the people who actually supported and loved me stayed. I knew I would be happy to be back here.
As soon as the door opened my Mother stood there with open arms. It was a bitter sweet moment for me.
I heard her sob a little while we embraced in a hug. Tina was such a cry baby. "My baby! My baby!"
I just hugged her back. I flew this lady out anytime she wanted to see me, I don't know why she acting like this.
It took a while for me get settled down in the house. I had Uncles, Aunties, and numerous Cousins that I had to greet. I didn't want to be rude.
The one family member that I cared to greet was my Grandmother. She was my heart and soul. Agnes was all I slept, ate, and breathe.
"GG!" I smiled wide and bent down to her level. My head immediately went to her lap as she bent down to kiss my forehead.
She ran her fingers through my tresses as if I were still a small child. "Hey, baby."
I still never looked up from her lap. I knew other people were staring because of how sweet of a moment this was.
I hadn't seen my Grandmother since I left Houston. I was never able to fly her out to see me because of the fragile state she was in. We would always speak over the phone, though.
"How you feel bein back?" I felt comforted at her voice. My Grandmother was the truth definition of of country. This woman never annunciated her words right.
"It feels good. I get to come see you a lot more, so I'm real happy about that." By now the attention was off of us. I was grateful.
