Met her in LA, flew her out the state
Tryna make her my out of state bae
And I ain't buy you Prada yet, but I'm proud of you, bae
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Date: April 16th Time: 7:10 pm Location: Home | Bedroom
"Zyaire, what is your problem? I'm sitting here tryna talk to you." His mom frowned as she stood up, crossing her arms.
Zyaire scoffed, clicking through shows on Netflix as his mom looked at him.
"What?" She tilted her head, catching his attention.
"You're not tryna talk to me. You tryna sit here and yell at me and catching attitudes. And you wonder why I'm not paying attention." Zyaire said, looking at her as she frowned at him.
"Nobody's yelling at you. I'm tryna figure out why the hell you stopped taking your medicine." Melody raised a brow.
Zyaire ignored her again going back to his TV as he tried to find something else to watch.
Melody rolled her eyes and reached down, snatching the remote and turning off the TV.
"I'm asking you now, Zyaire." She said in a low tone as they made eye contact. "Why did you stop?"
Zyaire sighed, looking away as he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
He honestly hated confrontation but he knew this was a conversation that was past due.
He just took a deep breathe, sucked it up, and looked over at his mom.
"You really wanna know?" He tilted his brow, sitting up in his bed.
"Yes, Zyaire." Melody said, backing up and setting the remote down on his desk.
He bit his lip, thinking of just how to word this for his mother.
"Momma...You ever realized how you never treat me like an actual kid?" Zyaire asked her and she looked at him confused.
"What do you mean? Of course I do. You're my son." Melody scrunched her face up in confusion as she sat down on the side of his bed.
"No, you don't. You treat me like a sick kid that is incapable of taking care of himself. You've treated me like that since I was three and first got diagnosed." Zyaire said, keeping a straight face as Melody looked even more confused.
"How do I treat you like a sick kid? Looking out for you is not treating you different. You just need more attention in certain ways." Melody tried to reason.
"But you only show me attention in that way. You make everything about me and my condition. 'Zy, take your medicine' 'Zy, go get your machine' 'Zy, you can go but remember you're sick'. That's annoying, momma." Zyaire mugged her.
"I don't do-" Melody started, shaking her head but Zyaire just let out a loud groan.
"Yes, you do! You do that 24/7. When I met Kiya? I finally felt like way more than just a sick kid who was hovered over and sheltered. Y'all didn't and still barely let me do shit. It's always something about me and my condition. Even pops don't do that as much. He still does but not as much as you do." Zyaire rolled his eyes, trying to make a point.
