This story follows a young woman by the name of British whose mother was tragically murdered by sources unknown, this causes her to move back to Jamaica temporarily bringing back old flames she thought she already placed behind her.
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Man Wicked
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BRITISH SMITH|24
I lit the last candle, which was mine and sighed loudly looking at the crowd of people who came out to honour my mother. I was missing her more than ever.
Jayda held my hand and the marching and singing began, I felt myself wanting to stop, run into the house and just cry. I wanted to just die along with her, it felt like my insides were slowly exploding.
We got a good turn out though, even people who couldn't come out in the cold lit candles on the gateways, some turned the headlights on their car on which made me smile.
Mommy would've been so happy had she been here to see this play out, she would have walked around to greet everyone and thank them for coming and not to mention how she would bring food to the old ladies who couldn't attend. Wonda if Ms. Davis still living.
There were luxury cars facing our house just to show me support and I was forever grateful for the people I had close enough to call friends. It was like a maze of BMWs and the only Benz out there was mine. This symbolised people who made it out of poverty and finally had something of their own.
I walked onto the property and it was time to give the little speech, my two cents about the woman who raised me.
"Good night everyone." I paused, it felt so wrong to be up here.
"Many of you have known me since I was a child and some have heard about me through stories mom told. I didn't realise how heartbreaking this would feel being the one telling you about her. So many of you hold beloved memories of her in your hearts and I hope you'll always keep it that way since I know she would have loved to see you all here gathered to honour those memories, I would like to thank you all for making this somewhat easier on me as she was all I had, I'm truly grateful for the support. Refreshments are to your left on sale and the food is to your right which is free."
I saw friendly faces smiling at me and I could have almost lost it had I not seen Raqueem in the crowd, that smile was less pity and more adoration. He was looking at me like I was a girl he'd just met at that very moment and it made me forget what I was going through.
I stepped away briefly from the fifth person to talk to me in the span of 20 minutes, they all asked a series of questions and made remarks about what I was like when I was younger, when I finally got to speak to Raqueem I was over having conversations. "It's like an Olympic sport tryna get to talk to you." I chuckled at the fact that he was actually right, the people I wanted to see couldn't get the opportunity to speak to me because everyone wanted to give their condolences. Some money would have been nice instead, the bills were going to be atrocious after the funeral.
