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"𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕" my daddy yelled after hearing me close the door. the savory aromas of pork chops and mash potatoes filled my nose, and i gravitated straight to it.
i pushed open the grand white doors that stretched floor to ceiling to see my dad holding onto my mothers waist swaying back and forth to cater 2 you by destinys child. My dads head laid in the crease between my mothers shoulder and head.
heard you wanna eat food, let me feed you.
"ew get a room" i said opening the fridge, looking for a water. though ill never tell them, i love seeing them love each other, it took a lot to get here. i hated that i lacked seeing it for so long.
"you mad yo daddy love me?" my momma said laughing and handing me the water she knew i was looking for intently. "thank you and absolutely not pooh" i retorted, rolling my eyes.
my momma and daddy fell right back in love with each other when he got out. it was almost like he never left. but he had, and for 8 years.
"i heard that boy did you in again" my daddy stated laughing and grabbing a asparagus. it be yo own parents, yo own fucking parents!
my momma responded right away with a smack right across my dad face. now i see where i get it from...
"my baby trauma aint funny, you fucked her up enough by yourself. haha that" my momma said making my plate.
"kiesha what the hell" my dad said rubbing where my momma hit him. i couldn't control my laughter, i knew that shit hurt. i felt a few growing up.
"here you go, you dont need no boy baby. you got us for life!" my momma expressed coming from behind the island and hugging me. she knows i hate all that lovey dovey shit. i pushed her arms off and kissed her cheek.
i know i have them, but they have each other. i want someone to have me the way they have each other.
"khyia we about to go, just make sure you lock the door when you dip. love you my pretty girl" my dad said kissing my cheek.
"hold up, where the hell yall goin" i asked, i didn't even realize that they were fully dressed. head to toe. they clean doe.
"watch ya mouth and mind ya business. bye" my momma responded before opening the back door and walking out.
"so i aint fresh?" my daddy said pointing to his drug dealer 3000s.
momma grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door closing it swiftly.
i stuffed the creamy mashed potatoes in my mouth, immediately smiling. i haven't had an appetite since the breakup, but boy i couldn't let up on my momma cooking.
