Semaj Shaude Brown
I need my life to go according to plan, but apparently, that ain't how life goes..right? Although I don't have a real plan, it'd be great if shit didn't get fucked up. Again that's not how life works, huh? Guess so. "Nobody's life perfect" Yeah, I know. The only good thing in my life is my family. Wish that included the mother of my child, but again "nobody's life is perfect". Watch how I make mine perfect, though. *chuckles*
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May 27th, 2022
Same Day
"MA", I yelled as I walked through my mother's house.
The smell of fish filled my nose. I knew my ole girl was cooking dinner tonight, but that wasn't why I came through. Kemiah texted me this morning talking about we needed to talk. She never told me what it was about, so I waited till she got out of school to pull up.
"I know you ain't yelling in my house"
I followed my mother's voice to the kitchen. She started singing as she walked around the kitchen, preparing dinner. My mother has a great voice. I been telling her to get in the studio with Kashton. She always says she too old to be singing, I think otherwise.
"Semaj Brown", Kemiah said as she turned to look at me.
I sat down at the island, next to Kemiah. "Wassup with you?"
"Your baby momma"
I twisted up my face and looked over at her. What does Tory have to do with anything right now? Better yet what the fuck did she do. For the past year, since I ended shit with her she been doing shit to "get my attention". That's how she puts it, but she really just pissing me off.
"Fuck she do now?"
"Well, she dropped Nezhai off the other day and told Mommy she would pick him up this morning. Instead, this bitch left all his shit sitting on the porch either wet or ruined", she crossed her arms.
This shit is getting aggravating as fuck. I'm sick of Tory and this childish ass shit. I looked over to my mother, who is still cooking dinner as she sang. She usually called me when Tory came over here. Tory must've said something and it's probably just not being said to me.
"Ma"
"Hmm?" She climbed on top of the stool and went through the cabinet.
I walked around the island, standing next to her. "Why you ain't call me when she dropped him off?"
"Pass me that hot sauce son"
I grabbed the hot sauce from the back of the top shelf. When she took it from me, she went back to the stove. Pouring a few drops into the pot, she handed me the hot sauce after. I put it back in the cabinet while looking at her.
"Ma"
I raised my voice a little bit. She slammed the spoon on the counter and looked at me. I could tell she had been crying and she looks stressed on top of that.
"Hol'aan, mi nuh sey nuttin cause mi nuh waan yuh fi cuss shi"
My mom had a strong accent and I hated it at times. Born and raised in Jamaica, she eventually moved to the States at 22. She had me that same year, leaving my father in Jamaica. I never met him and she never told him she was pregnant with me. She didn't find out until a couple of months after she moved. So I grew up with Kemiah and Kashton's father, at least until he got deported.
"Shit, he needs to" Kemiah mumbled.
"No, shi still a ooman (woman) an a ooman (woman) deserve respect no matta wha shi do" Ma pointed at Miah before turning back to the stove.
