Big Mistake 2

"F.U.N"

"Never doubt that just because two days to a week have tranquilized the sudden agitated demands of life. Remember, it's always the calm before the storm." -Yamesia

The next day...

Paris ran her fingers through Latavia's tight curls, pulling the disastrous tangles from the ends of her hair. The school called her in the middle of doing a client's hair about Latavia's sickness.

Apparently, the school lunch she had eaten tended to upset her stomach violently, causing a massive eruption of vomit to float from her mouth all over the classroom. Paris knew instantly that it was more than an emergency. Latavia's only time throwing up badly was when she was an infant and a toddler. Her first time throwing up any typical food as a teenager scared her poor immature soul.

Even though she's as tough nails like her parents, she remains soft as a teddy bear when it comes to faint tragedy. It's more than she can ever bear, and Paris hates that she has to go through many obstacles at her age, but being an adolescent is a full-time job.

There are many things you can handle, and many others you can't.

The SpongeBob SquarePants show was playing, and Latavia was resting her head in her mother's lap as they both watched the show.

"F is for friends who do stuff together. You is for you and me! N is for anywhere at anytime at all."

"Down here in the deep blue sea!"

"F is for fire that burns down the whole town. You is for uranium...bombs! N is for survivors when you--"

"Plankton a lil' too hype for me." Latavia chuckles.

"Green ass booger." Malcolm cursed as he walked into the living room where they were seated.

"Hey papa." Latavia lowly said. Her stomach's knots untied themselves freely, making her more comfortable, but her energy was drained tremendously from throwing up everything she had eaten that day.

"Hey baby girl." He kissed Latavia's forehead. "And hello my beautiful wife." Malcolm and Paris shared a quick kiss before taking a seat next to them.

"Ew, y'all are too old." Latavia said, earning a head mush from Malcolm.

"Watch ya' mouth lil' girl. We 'bout as young as we gone get." He told her.

"Yeah, didn't know forty made the new twenty." She sarcastically responded while releasing herself from under Paris. Paris chuckled at Latavia as her and Malcolm continued to go back and forth about their ages.

Paris felt young, and never looked more better than ever. Over the years, her undying looks have always blended her and Malcolm in with those of younger age than them. People could never tell they were in their early forties than late twenties. They loved the way they looked. Paris always made sure her family ate well, and maintained great exercise to keep fit.

"I'on have time fa' you daddy." Latavia chuckled, snobbishly throwing her hand in the air. "I have homework and studying to do. I'll be down later on." She kissed their cheeks and headed upstairs to her room without another word said.

Paris sighed and changed the channel to her old favorite tv show, Angelica. It was a new two thousand and seventeen television sitcom that her and Malcolm discovered while taking Eric to the hospital for his shots.