When I Met You

Chapter Nine

       I got home to find my mom and there before me. I mean I wasn't really all that surprised or anything, because that's an everyday thing, you know? I feel like as soon as I walk in, they're going to start running their mouths about everything. From the baby to school to the color of my baby's daddy. I snuck in the door to see if I could get an earful of what they were talking about. I stood behind the wall, that was separating the kitchen from the living room, " I know, Steve. She's not going to listen," my mom said to my father. 

"It's just the fact that he's black is all that bothers me!" my father yelled. One thing I couldn't stand is racism, especially if it's in my own home. I hated it! I can't stand it! I wish it never existed! We're all the same. It doesn't matter about the color. God made us all the same here. So treat each other the same! We all live on the same piece of land, so guess what? We should all treat each other the same.

 "I know. But we have to support her through this. Like the guy, Steve! I'm sure you would like him. He might even be a pretty nice guy. You never know, until you give him some time to prove it." 

"I'll give him some room, but something just gives me a bad feeling about this. I don't know why or what it is, you know?"

 " Honey, it's just a parent thing. I mean we better just get use to him, because he's going to be living with us for about a year and our daughter needs our support," my mom explained, " I mean what do you think she would say or react to what you just said? I know this, she wouldn't be happy. Just think." They had no idea what I've been doing this whole time, now do they? I came out from behind the wall and dropped my stuff on the floor next to the couch. I went and sat by my mother, "Now, since that I'm pregnant and I'm learning how to be responsible, I'm going to handle this like a grown woman. Yes, I've heard everything you just said. You want to know how I feel about that? Do you really? I mean it would honestly take hours. I feel like you really just don't give two craps, do you? Yeah.," I said nodding and looking deep into my father's eyes, "You don't give a crap about me, my baby, of what I've heard, Darrius. And you know what I think? I think you should pull your head out your you know what and start to learn how to deal with the fact, that yes he is black, but you know what? He's just like you, me, mom. We're all the same here. I could go on and on with this subject, but you're really not worth my time. Just know that colors don't mean anything. In my eyes they're just coloring and painting. That's all they're there for. Not to judge. So, don't take that road of thinking, because it's not going to get you anywhere with me." 

" That's not what he meant," my mom said to his defense. 

"That's exactly what he meant. Exactly. Nothing else. He doesn't like him, because he's black. He thinks he's one of those thugs that walk around here with his pants to his knees and chains around their necks. I'm going to be honest and dad you may not want to hear this, so if I were you, I would cover my little ears. I like those kinds of guys. Even though they may sell drugs, smoke up weed, drink alcohol, and all that, you know what? Inside they really do have a loving heart, but sometimes they just have to do what they have to do. It's called a game and they have to do whatever they can to stay alive in this game. But what I do know is that he used to be like that when I met him, but he's not like that anymore, because I've changed him. You should be proud and if you're not, than you should be ashamed of yourself." 

"I'm sorry, honey. I'll try to get to know him and may be me and him could get to be great friends, somehow. You never know. I'll try. I promise," he said, while getting up from the couch and reached to me for a hug.

 "Thank you," I said back. Then I reached over and gave my mom a hug, " I didn't leave you out.," I said to her, while laugh after laugh came out my mouth.

 "I didn't think you would," she replied.

     As my mom was getting dinner ready, I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed to answer it, figuring who it was already. My boo. I opened the door to see him standing there with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Red and pink. Two of my favorite colors. As I turned around, my dad was standing over my shoulder, witnessing it all. He even gave Darrius a smile, "Well come on in, Darrius. It's cold out there," he said to him. He took his coat for him and hung it on the coat hanger that was holding all the others.