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Amina Pov

Sheila's mom suggested "you girls should come to the house and we can talk and answer questions that you may have."

Sheila answered quickly "I would love to"

"What about you Amina?"

"Nah I'm good."

"Don't you wanna spend time with ya old man?" My father commented

"Why? Why all the sudden after 10 years you wanna spend time with me?"

"I sent you money t-"

"To hell with ya money. You know what? I don't need you or ya money. I've managed without you for this long. And this little family you got," I look at his so called wife, and then at Sean with pure disgust. The cuteness I saw in him before vanished. Turning back to my father "you can keep it, cuz I don't want any part of it."

I started to walk off before I heard a voice that stopped me.

"Amina, you shouldn't talk to ya dad like that. We are sisters have some respect for our parents."

I turn on my heel, and quickly pace up to her. I point my finger "I already don't like you. Don't make me beat ya ass in this store. We are not related, I refuse to accept that. You are not my sister, and I am not yours. And how dare you try to talk to me about respect, when you obviously didn't have enough respect for me or yourself to do what you did."

Sheila started to cry, and I gave not one fuck. Her mother consoled her and told me "Maybe you should go"

"You ain't got to tell me twice."

"Amina, wait" my father called

"Here's my card. Call me if you need anything."

"I don't want that."

"Please take it" I grabbed it from his fingers. "How's Keturah?"

"She's fine."

"Where is she?"

"College"

"Well if you have the chance to speak to her, could you tell her that I miss her, and would love to speak to her. And could you give her my number so she could call."

"Sure" I said just ready to leave

"I'm sorry for not being there you and Keturah. I was a coward for leaving yall. I was young and didn't think of yall and how it would effect you two. I understand if you or your sister never want to talk to me again. I deserve it." He said with sad eyes.

"Okay. Can I go now?"

"Yea, sure"

I walked back home which wasn't too far, maybe about ten minutes. I decided that I would give Turah a call.

"Hello"

"Hey Turah, how you doing?"

"What you need this time?"

"I don't need anything I just wanted to tell you something."

"Did mom die?"

"No no. I saw dad today."

"What! Where? What'd he say?"

"Calm down. It was at a store. He said he sorry for leaving us and misses you and would to love speak to you."

"Really? I would like to speak to him but I don't have his number."

"I have it"

"What is it? Wait hold up let get some pen and paper." I listen to her wrestle through drawers prolly to find a pen. I heard her tear a sheet of paper from a notebook. "Ared go head. I'm listening."