Ever since her mother's car accident, Kelada's life has been miserable. Being her mother's next of kin, Kelada is swamped with medical bills and must pick up two jobs to keep from drowning. By day, she is a friendly face at the nearest Chick-Fil-A...
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𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍
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Kelada put socks on her feet before placing them on the carpeted floor, grabbing her phone from its place on her nightstand and walking into the kitchen. Today was one of her rare off days, and right now she was hungry.
She pulled up her contact list and went to dial her younger brother, placing the phone on speaker so she could roam freely.
"Yooo!" Bowen answered the phone being his usual high energy self.
"Hi Bo-Bo, what you doin'?"
When their mother had gotten hurt and couldn't care for Bowen and the twins anymore, their father had moved to Houston from where he stayed in Nevada to take care of them. Since Kelada was already out of the house and thriving on her own at that point, the arrangement barely affected her besides weekly Sunday dinners.
"I just finished this fuck ass college essay. Trust, I'm copy and pasting it for all my applications."
Although at the moment he was stressed, she knew her little brother wouldn't regret the effort he put into this process when he got accepted to his dream school.
"You got this Bo-Bo, where the twins?"
Kelada was the oldest of four at 23, Bowen was six years younger than her sitting at 17, and the twins Jherri and Jayde seven years younger sitting at 15.
"You call my phone talkin' bout the twins, call them." She could hear the eye-roll in his tone.
She put a pot of water on the stove and added salt to the water for her pasta.
"My bad, Mr. Attitude," She laughed and pulled out a bag of frozen spinach, "what's going on in your life?"
After some shuffling on his end, he finally answered, "Life is life. Me and Amour have been looking at prom colors and stuff."
Kelada was a bit shocked when her baby brother introduced the family to his girlfriend, Amour, two years ago. She always imagined him as a frail little baby until then, and secretly he'd always be her little baby.
Looking back at those times, she wished she could go back to when things were simpler.
She added her tortellini to the bowling pot of water, stirring it a bit.
"What colors are y'all between?" She asked as she began to cube up some thawed chicken breasts. She seasoned them up before throwing them into a skillet with a tablespoon of butter.
