drew runs up the cobblestone steps and up to the bright red door of his house to swing it open. "im home momma!" drew shouts down the hallway as he kicks off his light up sketchers and throw the door closed behind him.
"hey baby! i'm in the kitchen!" momma shouts back through the soft rnb music playing. drew runs into the kitchen, throws his backpack onto the dinner table, and hugs momma. "what are you making, momma?" she bends down and kisses the top of his head, "im making you a sandwich silly!" he giggles and walks to the table to start on his homework.
a minute later, momma sets a plate with a sandwich and chips in front of him and a plate of lettuce in front of her. they eat listening to the quiet man singing about his dead love and the food in their mouths.
"i got graded papers today!" drew says happily, mouth full of crispy potato chips. momma's eyes get wide, "wonderful! lemme see them!" she takes them into her hands and flips through the pages. drew watches as her eyebrows slowly get lower and lower.
"are you having a hard time in math, baby?" she asks, keeping her eyes on the papers. drew shakes his head quickly, "no momma, its very easy!" she nods, "and reading? you're good at reading, right?" drew nods as he takes another bite of his turkey sandwich, the cheese gets stuck to the back of his teeth.
momma's face falls, "science is good, right? and history?" drew swallows, "school is fun. its very easy momma."
momma sighs deeply and writes out three math problems. then rereads questions from science. thoroughly reads his paragraphs about animals he was supposed to write. and shakes her head at the history page.
"what's your teacher's name, sweetie?" drew looks up from his math homework, "ms. drouillard." momma nods and gathers the graded papers and carefully puts them in her purse, "i'm going to talk with your teacher tomorrow morning, okay?" drew nods and turns back to his homework but looks back up quickly.
"momma, can we have abby over to play? i wanna show her my new space ship toy!" momma instantly smiles, "of course! your friends can come over anytime!" he grins and goes back the problem on his paper.
YOU ARE READING
blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
