Lucid

Escape|18

∞•DONTÉ•∞

"Don why you cook so much food? You expecting guests? Because I know you didn't expect me."

My mother's voice rang out in the house. God I loved her but today I was not on the mood for whatever she had coming. There was no doubt she always had something coming.

"D why you nah talk to me? I told you about the charity last month don't tell me you forgot."

I shook my head lifting my attention from the laptop to stare at her. This lady looked as if she was not aging a day. Her hair was cut short and curled it recent change for her, I was so used to seeing her with her long hair.

She sat across from me, her eyes like magnifying glasses searching for something. She was dressed casually, often a rare occurrence in my world. She was always on the go, always working as an event planner. As an only child she was always finding a way to meddle in my life. The one she knew of.

"Donté."

"Madre."
Mother.

Her eyes narrowed still scrutinising me.

"I want you there it would mean a lot to me."

Usually a donation would have sufficed.
What was she up to?

"Okay."

No use arguing, I would find out what she was up to soon enough. She blinked in surprise then her face blossomed into a smile.

"You talk to your father?"

My mood dampened immediately. I didn't understand why she felt I wanted to maintain a relationship with that man. He was a sperm donor nothing more.

"We've talked about this."

"Donté I know he did something to hurt you when you were younger and I honestly feel a bit responsible. I was the one who sent you to stay with him in Columbia. I knew he was a bit harsh and cruel but I also knew he loved you. I thought I was making the right decision. I don't know exactly what he did to you but I don't want you to hold onto it for the rest of your life and be bitter. I honestly thought therapy would have helped with this..."

He did something to hurt me when I was younger?

I could've laughed at that but only smiled instead.

"And I thought you guys made up when you went to Columbia few years ago I don't know why you won't talk to the man or at least tell me what happened. You two keep behaving like children, you keep saying it's nothing when we know it's not." She continued.

Silence stretched on and she eventually sighed.

"Alright you must know." She said in defeat. It was ironic she still advocated for him, if he died I would hold a celebration this instant. The thought itself lifted my spirits.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Mother." Mummy nah ease up one bit.

"You only cook like a five star chef when you stressed so wa do you? Me know mi pickney e no. Talk to me."

Sighing I stood ready to walk the conversation out but she stood challenging me. I had to love this woman. I sat back down, she was relentless. Wonder if she know mi a big man?

"Mum I'm fine."

"Which means your not. So talk, is it a woman?"

Why Mummy feel like mi av woman problem of all things?

"So that's a yes. Who is she Donté?" She continued.

Jah jah all now my mouth no open e no. But typical Sandreen Always jumping to conclusions.