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Asha's P.O.V.
I couldn't explain the Things That was Happening to Me.
I Don't know if they were good or Bad But they happened often More than Not.
I the Nightmares I had would Drain My Memory and Make Me feel helpless.
I wanted to be Normal I wanted to have No Substance to what I was dealing with.
Asha' s P.O.V.
At Mom's House
I looked at the Sun as It Crept over My car I walked into the House and Placed my Keys into My front jacket pocket.
"Mom you here?" I ask as I quietly walk through the house and Looked around.
it was the same as when I was a kid from the old Brown chair my Grandpap would sut in to the Stained Coffee table in the Middle of the Room.
The Walls remained Half pealed and the Downstairs Bathroom still had No working Toilet.
I walked past a Shelf in the hall on the side of the stairs that had My picture An My Brothers on it.
I walked into the kitchen a floral plate lay on the table with a half eatin Snicker Doodle on it.
A Half filled coffee Mug Laid on the Table Next to the Cookie.
I Looked at all the open bills pilled up on the table Some paid Some Not.
But one in particular Caught My eyes the Bill Read ForeClosure I picked it up and walked upstairs to My Mom's Bedroom.
The Doors that use to Be me and Jamal's Room Remained Closed I walked to the Last room on the Left.
the door was Cracked I peakes through the peep-hole and saw My Mom Working out to her Tv.
"Mom!", I say as I enter the Room.
she continues to work out in her Blue Liatard and Colorful Leg warmers with pink head band.
"Oh Hey Child"; she says Still working out Her Arms to the Video on her screen.
"I didn't hear you Come in" she adds I look around her room and Notice Nothings Changed.
She still had all her Medications Lined up against the Dresser Mirror and All her Hard Candies in a Glass Bowl.
"Momma What is this?" I say pulling the Bill from My purse and Holding it in My Hand.
"Oh Child thats Nothin" she says with her Southern accent Like always But I don't Talk like her.
"Momma this Ain't Nothing their Closing Down your House Our Home the Home Me and Jamal Grew up in"
I say angry at the Fact she doesn't Care.
"Oh Honey I know that But Byt child I'm Gettin old and Soon I'ma end up just like ya Pap'e" she says taking a Sip of her Water Bottle.
"Help ya Momma into her Chair Child", She says slowly Bending Down I hold her Left hand as she Holds the seat with the other.
"Momma I understand you Getting old But this House Has Been in our Generation for Years" I add as she Looks at me Blankly.
"Look Asha Dear I know you Love this House But ya Momma's Getting Old and Soon is Gunna Need someone to take Care of Me" she says giving me Puppy Dog eyes.
"What Happened to Ya personal Nurse I hired" I ask folding My Arms over My Chest. And Looking at Her.
"First Off Don't fol ya Arm's In the House of God" she says pointing to a Jesus Cross with him on it Behind My head over the Tv.
I glance at it and Back to my Mom Dropping My arms to My side in the Process.
"That Old Coop Shila Quit a Few Mintgs ago she got tired of the Job an Walked out".
Momma Says getting up from her seat and walking over her Dresser to take her Medication and Sip her water.
"Momma are you Sure she Quit or Did you fire Her?" I ask as she gulps the Last of her water and Turns to me.
"Child I Fired that Old Woman she was a pain in my Butt I tell you that" she said answeringbMy question.
