Islan-Dise

Not a Prince

Islan Pov
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"Just in the last month her depression medication went from eight-hundred to twelve seven-one?" I look over my mama prescriptions.

"Yes, the price of living and everything around it has increased." The part-time, cna I hired is giving my mom a shower.

"I barely make a stack a month. It's killing me to pay you and her bills here at this facility." I sit down and try controlling my breathing.

"Islan, I'm so sorry you are dealing with something so serious at your age. You are the only person I allow to only pay me fourteen an hour because I know you are trying." She helps my mom out of the shower.

"I'm behind on her rent this month and they are threatening to evict her. There's nowhere else she can go." I crumble up the bills in my hand. "I'm tired of this shit."

"Maybe, ask your job for more hours...maybe even a pay raise." The cna suggest.

I laugh. "I won't get a raise. He may give me more hours, but I'll never be able to catch up. I gotta pick up a second job. My little sister is staying with a foster family and she asked me for some new shoes. She's trying out for cheerleading and needs help with that too."

"Her foster family isn't helping?"

"They have like ten other kids in the house and only doing it for the money. They said if she has needs..she needs to figure it out." I massaged my temples.

"Why don't you just try to get government assistance and get your own spot? Then try to have all your siblings live with you?"

"I'm not exactly the type of person they just gonna let take care of my siblings. I don't even know where they all at."

By now she's getting my mom dressed. "I walk over to the wheelchair. "Sup ma?"

She looks at me but says nothing.

"Have she been sayin anything?" I look back at the cna.

"She talks at lunch, dinner and they say, sometimes during activities. She likes art and crafts." I help my mom stand, while the cna pulls up her pants.

"Well, I gotta head to work. Love you ma, see you next week." I collect all the papers about her medications and bills. "Imma try to pay as much of this as I can."

"See you Islan. I hope it all works out for you. What you're doing for your mom is very kind."

"Yeah. Lata."

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My mom's vocal cords was damaged in the car accident. She's till able to speak, but she refuses to. She also refused to do her physical therapy, so she can't really walk anymore. The cna said she communicates by writing in a journal. She never writes anything for me. I may get a wave here and there, but that's it.

I'm disappointed in my mom. Imma just keep that shit a stack. She just gave up. That stupid ass man had saw her at work one night.(Tre's dad) She was a waitress at five star restaurant. He was out celebrating with his friends. She let him talk her right out her panties and she fell for his lies.