IN WHICH, Samira Langston, a single
mother and rising R&B star, clashes
with superstar Chris Brown. Their
rocky start turns into a powerful
connection as they navigate fame,
love, and personal demons.
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THIRD PERSON. Kroger—Los Angeles, California.
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Like just about every other thing that came with being a mother—a single one at that—last minute grocery store runs were always a pleasure. Now don't get her wrong, Samira knew that Sadiah was a good boy. But everyone had their limits, and from the chattering from the next aisle, the music blaring on the speakers, and being strapped into the shopping cart, the curly-headed boy was beginning to grow overstimulated. He kicked his feet, covered by a small pair of Nike Dunks, against the cart as they dangled. She lost count of how many times he'd done this, sighing as she bent down to grab a box of fresh strawberries.
"Sadi, baby, you've gotta calm down, my love." She cooed, placing both her hands on the cart as she began to push it down the semi-crowded aisle. Wandering glances caught her eye, a few of them more resentful than they should've been. A scowl grew on her face as she passed an elderly white woman, holding her purse extra tight as Samira looked her up and down.
"I wanna go home, mommy!" He screeched, huffing as he crossed his tiny arms over his chest. "I know, I know. Mommy just needs to grab a few more things, and then we will go home, okay?" She tried to level with her toddler, but she was familiar with his tactics and knew he wasn't anywhere near the end of his tantrum.
"No! I wanna go home now, take me home now!" He yelled almost even louder, his chest heaving as he was about to burst out in tears due to his overstimulation. Samira sucked in a deep breath, trying her best to ignore the stares she was receiving. She wasn't one to bend her child over and whip them with a belt like her parents used to, but her child knew better than to speak to his mother like this. "Sadiah Jamal! You need to cut it out. We will go home when mommy is done shopping for you. Do you hear me?"
