Surprisingly knees know how to kick an old lady's behind. I groan as my knees protest while I try to bend my leg back and forth. "Mama Claire, do you need me to stay to help cook your Christmas dinner?" Rachelle asks politely and I turn to look at her from my safe sofa I've had for years, wears stains from my three children. "Excuse me?" I say while rolling my head to add sass.
"I just was wondering if you needed help cooking..." Rachelle my lovely in home care nurse smiles brightly while I frown darkly. "It's still Christmas time?" I sigh as Rachelle's mouth hangs open in surprise and worry.
She stutters her next words. "Y-y-yes, It's still Christmas Ms. Willis." I throw my hand up and start to get up, Rachelle walks quickly over and grabs my hand to help but I quickly move my hand out of her reach. "I can get up on my own; I'm not that old." I finally get up right and make my way to my home phone.
"I need'a call my little Ricky Jr. and my sweet Camille." I swing my hips at their normal fluoresce hoping Miss. Rachelle will get the hint that I'm feeling so much better now that I get to talk to my kittens.
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Colored Woman
Короткий рассказThe Willis family has been struggling since Mr.Willis left the family when Ronda Willis (the middle child) was 19 and graduating high school; which was big because Ronda is the first person to graduate in the family besides her brother but he never...
