Meet Deanna Nycole. An African American entrepreneur, a model, and the best part of it all is she's plus sized. She's worked hard for everything she has and more. See, Deanna lives a lifestyle that her sister Brianna wishes she could. When Deanna wa...
Pulling into the driveway of my parents home, I fixed my skirt and checked my appearance before getting out and walking into the house. I honestly didn't want to be here, but I also was never one to disrespect my parents. Walking inside, the beautiful smell of soul food filled my nose. Although my parents were the size of almost toothpicks, I was completely different.
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"Where is everyone?" I asked out
"In the kitchen" I heard the voice of my father. Walking into the kitchen, I noticed three other people already here which I'm guessing were the neighbors. The light skinned dude which I'm guessing was their son kept his eyes on me
"Hey, daddy"
"There's my princess. How've you been?"
"I've been great, where's mama?"
"She ran off to the restroom for a second, she'll be right back. In the mean time, I would like you to meet our new neighbors the Stevens"
"Nice to meet you guys" I smiled while shaking their hands
"Is that my baby?" I turned around to see none other than my mama
"Yes ma'am it is"
"Well don't just stand there, give your mama some love girl" I giggled giving her a hug
"Have you met the Stevens already?"
"Yeah, daddy sort of beat you to the introduction"
"I just knew he would" She chuckled "Well dinner is almost ready, why don't you and Quincy go set the table" She said pointing to their son who never lifted his eyes off of me
"Sure, no problem"
Walking into the dining room, I started with the utensils while he folded the napkins. No words were spoken which was sort of alright with me. I noticed he was doing them wrong and mentally laughed
"You're doing those wrong, let me help"
"I got it" He said with almost a bit of stubbornness in his voice
"Well I don't know what you're doing, but that's not how it goes"
"Aye, you just stick to the forks and plates. Shouldn't you be in the kitchen cooking anyway?"
"Excuse you? I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you better slow your roll"
"Yeah aight"
"Yeah aight" I mimicked "Forgive me lord for cursing" I mumbled
The room fell silent and I just kept to myself. Of course that didn't last very long until he started talking again
