Just Be A Man About It

16.

We were all sitting down eating breakfast and laughing at Layla and Jason. They were going back and forth about who's Mom is deserves the award for the "Does the Most for Money". So far, our so-called mother was winning.

"But Jason, she got that old ass man living with us. Shit, she's a damn benefit for him. She wheels him around in his wheelchair and does old man shit for him. Jason, this nigga is old enough to be my damn great times in-fucking- finite granddaddy. She's doing the most for his dimes. Ain't no way I would do that shit, because, in all honesty, that shit is trifling as fuck. Taking care of some old ass man just so you can receive more of his inheritance or trust fund than his kids. Shit, he's stupid as hell for giving it to her anyway. I don't even think he knows my mama's name."

This is too much for me, but Layla is right though. That is sad that you are trying to pimp out this old man before he croaks over. 

"Shit fuck our Mama. Layla, shit yo' Mama wins," Jason says, laughing.

Malik was crying laughing and I laughed so hard Amira damn near made me pee on myself. The only one that was confused was Amar.

"Wait, I don't get it."

"What's that sugar?" Layla asks.

"What's a gold digger and why is it such a bad thing. I thought people would be happy to dig for gold and be rich."

"Yes baby, you would think that but it's not like that at all. It's sad what people are doing and who they are doing for their gold," Layla says.

"Uh oh. Sugar and baby. You better watch out Amar. Layla might be trying to take some of your gold," Jason says.

The laughter continues while Layla is hitting Jason upside his head. I promise I cannot deal with them when they are together. The doorbell rings, and I get up to get it, but Malik gets up before me.

"I'll get it, baby," he says.

He walks away and I hear Layla sigh.

"What's wrong, Lay?"

"I want one of those," she says, pouting.

"One of what?"

"One of what you got, a real man. I'm tired of these lil ass boys and their stupid ass games. I ain't go time for all of that. They can get the fuck outta my face with all that bullshit. I'm a grown ass woman. I shouldn't have to play with no child."

"That is true, Lay, but what you gotta do is stop looking and stop rushing. The more you look and rush, the more times you are gonna find these lil duck ass niggas that don't wanna be bothered with no real shit."

"Yea, you right though."

I hear arguing from the distance and footsteps coming closer. Some weird looking girl comes into the dining room with her make-up all ruined, her clothes looking tattered. Baby girl needed Jesus.

"Can we help you?" Layla asks with every ounce of attitude in her body.

"Yes, you can. Which one of you is Naomi?" She asks, trying to return some attitude, but the shit didn't shake anybody.