Someone rang the bell and I made my way to the door with Papa following me behind "ma!" he screamed in excitement one he saw who was at the door. Beyonce got in the house and looked around, I guess for Rumi "do you mind if I?" She motioned upstairs, "no not at all, she'll be happy to see you" she went along.
"Hi Rumi..." Beyonce greeted first, once we reached her room which was open, she was on her phone. "Ma..." she jumped from the bed and made her way to Beyonce who opened her arms and Rumi settled in her embrace. I silently watched as tears escaped my eyes. "my love, I've missed you" I could hear Rumi crying, "shh it's okay, I got you" Beyonce whispered to her.
After that encounter we went to the kitchen to eat. Rumi sat next to Beyonce the entire time, I could feel myself overcome with emotions, both happiness and heartbreak for allowing what happened happen.
"are you staying the night?" Rumi asked Beyonce who shook her head. "I can't baby, but I'll come fetch you guys over the weekend if its okay with you and your mom" she happily nodded.
Beyonce left soon after.
"mom..." Rumi called for me as she entered my bedroom, I had just finished taking a bath. "love?" I questioned as she climbed my bed. "thank you so much" I was puzzled, "what for?" she hugged me and said "for speaking with ma, I- I'm sorry..." I sit her up, "what are you sorry for?" I gently cupped her cheeks.
"for making you feel like you had to do this...speak with ma for me" I pulled her towards. "I'll do whatever it takes to see you happy"
"what about your happiness?" I hugged her "leave that to me honey" she nodded but soon spoke up "I love you mom and sorry for everything you went through" I held her tightly, "you have nothing to be sorry for, I apologise for not doing my best to protect your innocence, no child should have to see or go through that, I love you very much and I know we never spoke about it but what do you feel about going to therapy, you know, talk to someone other than me" she was silent and then said "I'll give it a try, but I'm not promising anything, just know I don't blame you for anything" I pulled her in for a hug, she ended up sleeping in my room.
The next morning I got a text from Beyonce
Beyonce- morning, how are you?
I didn't know what to make of it, sure we said somethings of our chest but we've yet to talk about us, everything that happened. Not that it mattered now cause truth be told Me and Beyonce would never work out and I don't see myself getting back with her.
Me - you don't have to do this, care for me. I am fine, just focus on the kids.
Beyonce - okay Onika but know that you have my heart always.
Rumi followed through with going to therapy and I could see her efforts in dealing with what she went through.
Her being the quiet and reserved child, I never thought I'd see the day she started dating, she had a whole ass girlfriend.
Beyonce had no idea or so I thought, Rumi had no idea I knew about her girlfriend. It all started when she introduced me to her friend Jasmine, who by the way gave off princess with a tint of mean girl vibes. I was confused by their friendship, cause ain't no way Rumi would be friends with someone like that, I know my child, or so I thought.
She would come over on the basis of doing a school project, at first I was skeptical of it. I didn't want my child to fall for the oldest trick in the book. Where she thinks that the girl is her friend only to be back stabbed by her not before revealing something about Rumi to the entire school, I probably watch to much TV but with teenagers you never know.
So I kept my eyes on her whenever she came over which was alot for my liking. I would even ease drop sometimes just to see how they interacted.
Imagine my shock this one time when I heard this conversation.
