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Twenty-Two

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June 6th, Tuesday 2023
Blue Ivy Knowles
11:30 pm

I sit on the plane waiting for my parents to get on the plane. Rumi sits down next to me with her knees rested again her chest and her iPad on her lap. Sir rests his feet on my lap as he digs into his backpack. After a few seconds of digging into his bag he pulls out a lunch bag. I swear this boy always has food with him.

Our parents finally walk onto the plane, Mom wraps her arms around Mama while nuzzling her head in her neck.

Nydia follows right behind them with a large duffel bag in her hand. She's wearing an oversized orange and blue Ivy Park jersey. Nydia and I convinced Mrs Campbell to let her travel with us for the summer. Plus I wanted to hang out with Nydia for her birthday. Nydia plops down next to Rumi before putting her bag on the floor.

"Where's grandma?" I ask

"She's going to be joining us tomorrow Blue, Richard and her have some things to talk about." Mom explains as she sits down in the seat across from us

"Okay." I whisper then I rest my head on the side on the seat

After a few minutes of getting set up for the flight the plane finally takes off. I hear a soft tap and I look up to see Nydia looking back at me. She points to herself then she makes a heart with her hand before pointing to me. I smile widely at her cute gesture of saying she loves me. I do the same thing she did making her smile slightly before leaning back in her chair.

"Blue come here." Mom speaks up

I sigh softly then I get out of my seat scooting pass Rumi and Nydia. I walk towards my mom then I sit down in the seat across from her.

"I'm about to take you braids down, come sit over here." Mommy says before patting the seat that's to the right of her

I nod then I grab my phone from my seat before sitting down next to her.

"Turn around." She tells me

"Okay." I reply then I turn around with my back facing her

I watch as mom pulls out scissors and a comb from her duffel bag. She touches the ends of my braids then she begins to cut them. She begins to comb them out so it's looser. I squirm around at the feeling of my hair being tugged.

"Oww mommy." I whine as I continue to move around

"Girl stop." Mom says sternly in a thick Houston accent before softly but effectively hitting the back of my neck with the comb

My mom is such a typical southern black mom a lot of people think that because she's Beyoncé she's really different from other southern black mom's it but absolutely not. The only stereotype she doesn't fit is the fact she can't cook and she doesn't force us to go to church.

I'm a great child but I do have my bad moments. I remember when Nydia and I were in my living room and mom came downstairs and caught us kissing.

I didn't even know Mom could speak creole until she started cursing me out in it. It was one of the most embarrassing things that's ever happened to me.