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ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 | 𝟡:𝟘𝟟 𝔸𝕄
𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖
I turn up the dial on the stove to 9 and walk toward the cabinet to pull out the bag of Cream of Wheat. I set the bag on the counter and read the back.
"One cup for one serving..."
I walk to one of the kitchen drawers and retrieve a measuring cup. I walk to the sink and let it fill up to the 1 cup mark.
I pour the water from the measuring cup into the pot. I lean back against the counter, turning up the volume on my phone and therefore the music in my Airpods.
"I just wanna get high with my lover
Veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo
Kiss, Kiss
Lookin' dolly, I think I may go out tonight
I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight..."
I hum along to the lyrics as I check my phone. I start playing my little word search game on my phone as I wait for the water to start boiling.
The fact that it's August now just reminds me that I'm going to have to go to school soon. I'm excited, nervous, and annoyed all at the same time.
Momma and Daddy are very proud of me for getting accepted to VSU, especially Momma, even though I've told them time and time again not to hype me up too much since it has a high acceptance rate. Of course, I know that doesn't mean that I don't deserve to go at all, I often say that when Londyn's around.
A lot of times, I feel like Momma makes Londyn feel bad for not having gone to college, even though Londyn has a good job as a hairstylist where she makes about 30 dollars an hour. I think Momma's just upset that Londyn hasn't moved out yet. Once I heard her mumble under her breath, "Girl makes 30 an hour and is still livin' under my mortgage money, runnin' up my water bills with them long-ass showers she takes, and eatin' up my grocery money."
I can see why Momma's upset, but sometimes I wish she wasn't so harsh on Londyn.
Once the water starts boiling, I measure out 1/4 cup of the pre-cream-of-wheat grains from the bag and stir them into the water.
The song on now is Drew Barrymore by SZA and I slowly sway to it as I mumble the lyrics.
"Why is it so hard to accept the party is over..."
I stir the grains in the water until they thicken up into the Cream of Wheat that I absolutely love. I turn the eye of the stove to 0 and grab a spoon from one of the kitchen drawers. I scoop all of the Cream of Wheat from the pot into a bowl and then I put the pot down in the sink.
I put butter and sugar in the bowl and stir it up. Before I start eating, I wash the pot I made it in. I just can never get settled knowing I still have something to clean up.
Once the pot is scrubbed, rinsed, dried off and put back in its proper place, I sit at the kitchen island and start eating.
I smile as soon as the food hits my tongue. I love Cream of Wheat.
My music stops as I get FaceTimed. I mug the camera, automatically bothered, but I smile when I see it's Demauree.
I press answer. "Why yo callin' me, turnin' my music off for? Ain't you supposed to be at work anyway?"
"I'm getting there," he says. I can tell because his phone is obviously on his lap and I'm looking at the car ceiling.
"You should get you one of them things where you can stick it in the vent and have yo phone on the other side," I suggest.
