Daughter (Swan)

9

Sianna Marlo Ryan

"I'm surprised that Bryson let you come to this concert" Ming said, sitting on her chair.

She literally had a chair with her name stitched into it.

"I didn't expect it either" I shrugged. "There must be a catch or something"

"There isn't a catch. I told Bryson that you were coming" Markea spoke. "I don't care what that nigga says anymore"

"Nigga?" I raised my eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, man. He just hasn't been the same person lately" She shrugged.

The look on her face let me know that she did in fact know, but she didn't want to speak on it.

"Sippin' this lemonade" Ming spoke.

"Bitch, that's fruit punch" I eyed her fruity red beverage.

"Why it can't be lemonade, huh? Why you gotta blow my high, Marlo?"

"What the fuck is lemonade flavored fruit punch?" I busted out laughing.

"You a hoe" Ming shook her head. "But you my hoe, so I guess that I have to accept you"

Harley came running towards us.

"Mommy! Look" She tugged at my pants legs before pausing to dig her finger into the hole in my jeans, making me laugh.

"What's up?" I questioned.

"We got the same shoes, see!" She pointed back and fourth between our shoes.

We were wearing the same SK8-Hi's.

"Oh, I do see. You're my twin?"

"I be your twin" She nodded her head.

"I like your hair" I complemented.

"I like it too" She giggled. "Mommy did my edges"

"She did a good job"

"Did mommy do your edges too?" Harley questioned with wide eyes.

I laughed before shaking my head no. "I did my own"

"You do mine too?"

"If you want me to" I smiled at her.

"Mommy #1!" Harley called Markea over.

"Hm? What's wrong, Har?"

"I tell you what wrong. You not matching with us. Why you do that?"

I laughed at her cuteness.

"I didn't get the message. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You supposed to know. You dressed me, silly"

"Oh yeah. I don't have any vans though"

"We get you some right now" Harley nodded her head. "Also, food please. I hungry"

"Right now?" I questioned.

"Yes"

I looked at Markea and she nodded.

"What about your daddy's concert?" Markea questioned.

"He have more later. Shoes now"

"Ming do you want to come too?" I looked at her.

"Nah, I gotta take pictures for the afterparty. Bring me back some lemonade though. Wit'cho hating ass"

"I'll go get someone to drive us"

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"You want anything else?" I questioned.

Harley squinted her eyes and spun around in a circle.

I sighed, looking at her and drifted off into thought.

"Anthony, we gotta hurry up. We'll miss the beginning of the movie"

"Hold on, baby. I wanna get you something"

"I want the overpriced movie nachos and the extra large pepsi for us to share"

He cut his eye at me and smirked. "That's all you want?"

"I want to sneak some candy in from dollar tree too. They put it beside the theater on purpose. It's convenient"

"Just give me a minute, and we'll be on the way"

I sighed dramatically and pouted.

"Text Leo or something. Tell her how bad I'm treating you right now" He teased.

I called her and she answered on the first ring. "Miiiiiiing" I exclaimed.

"Nuh uh, girl" She hung up in my face.

"She hung up on me" I frowned.

Anthony laughed. "Wish I could too"

"Are you almost done?" I ignored his comment.

He squinted his eyes and spun around in a circle, looking around the whole store.

"What about this necklace?"

"I -"

Markea shook me lightly, ending my thoughts.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about Anthony" I admitted.

Markea shot me an apologetic smile.

"You sad, mommy?" Harley gripped my hand.

"Oh, no. I'm fine, Harley"

"I fix it. I buy you something to make it all better"

Harley reached into her pocket and pulled out two quarters before leading me to the nearest gumball machine.

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