No Such Thing As A Happy Ending

Chapter One

I remember a lot about my child hood, I had a lot of good memories. That's when everything was all good. Me and my mother had a great relationship at one point. I remember her taking me for a walk in the park and ice cream every Saturday faithfully until I was six. We'd laughed and talk all day long and every time I catch myself smiling at the memory. I simply adored my mother, she was so beautiful to me. She was Native American and Black. Had the smoothest butter pecan skin I had ever seen in my life til' this day. I consider myself pretty lucky to have inherent that.

When I was eight my biological father resurfaced. I still don't know where he was for the first eight years if my life but I wish he would've stayed. My mother was preparing dinner and I was sitting on the floor in the living room watching TV when someone knocked on the door. It was 8:03 and because we lived in a bad neighborhood, we both were alarmed. She sent me to my room and told me not to come out until she came and got me, I did as I was told. "Hello, who is it?" My mother said with question and concern in her voice. A muffled male voice came from the other side. I didn't hear him but whatever he said shocked the hell outta my mama by the sharp gasp she let out. She unlocked the door and I got up to take a look at who she had let into our home.

He was about 6'0 and really buff. He had at least 5 inches and 70 lbs. over my mama. My mothers back was to me so I couldn't tell if this was a bad man or good man by the look on her face. He had to be at least 30 around about my mother's age, something about his face was strangly familiar.

"What do you want and why are you here?" My mother finally choked out.

"I'm here to reclaim my family" he said in a deep husky voice. Up until this point I didn't notice he was holding chocolate and roses.

"What the fuck. I woke up 6 'o' clock in the morning, seven months pregnant to find you and yo shit gone and i've never heard from you again now until now. Why on Earth would I let you into me and my daughter's life now?" She said barely catching her breath.

"Baby, I was scar-". "Nigga, Don't baby me and you better not say scared. I was 20 with no job, car or place to live when I got pregnant and had to raise our daughter by myself." Her words hit me hard, he was my father.

Their conversation carried on for hours and I was starting to fall asleep on the floor where I was listening until my mom calling my name snapped me out of it. As I entered the living room I noticed they were now on the same sofa and my mother's face was stained with tears but her expression wasn't sad. She immediately got up and hugged me, brushing strains of my curly brown hair out my face. She kissed my face and and said " Tynerah, this is your father, I know I never told you about him but he wants to be in your life now okay? He's going to move us out of this neighborhood and were going to all be a family. Tim-" she motioned for him to come over "this is my baby, your daughter Tynerah. Tynerah your father and I are patching things up and when we do were going to be getting married." Wow. This was a lot at once to take in. Interrupting my thoughts my father got on his knees and grabbed my hands apologizing to me for not being there and he hugged me and kissed my cheek signaling he was done. Ten minutes later I was being tucked into bed by both parents. They shut my door and then I heard mother's door shut. I went to bed smiling that night, thinking I'm going to finally know what it feels like to be loved by both of my parents.