Looking up at the sky on my porch, I couldn't get my mind off my ex; the love of my life. We had a real bad break up. We were in love, like nothing and no one could come in between us. But that was bout 16 years ago. No, I haven't been single for 16 years, but that the only one of my ex's that matter.
"This is insane!" I heard someone yell. I looked over to the sideway to one of the kids I've seen at the Volunteering Center I help out at, when I have time. "You're impossible mom!" She yelled again. "Well mom.....there's nothing you can do to stop me!" She ended her call. She looked over at me, then smiled. I smiled back. "Mr. Simmons?" I nodded. She walked up to my porch where I was setting.
"Can I help you?" I asked her.
"My name is Tatyanna." I nodded. "Ms. Yazmin gave me your address. She said that you could help me with my personal problems."
"Yeah." I patted on the concrete beside me. She sat down. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked her.
"Ever since I was 5, I've always asked my mom about my father because he was never around....." I nodded for her to go on. "But she always told me to never ask about him." She sighed. "Then when I turned 10, I found a picture my mom hide in a hidden department in her closet." I chuckled. "She loved those hidden object type things so she got our house made with some trap door and secret shortcuts and all that."
"My ex used to love that type of stuff...." I said. She smiled.
"But when I asked her about the picture, she burned it. And now that I'm 16, I'm determined to find him." She said. "I wanna meet him. He doesn't have to be in my life, I just wanna meet him." I nodded, looking down at her binder.
"What's this?" I asked her. She pulled the drawing out & handed it to me.
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"I drew it sometime last year....the picture that my mom burned." She kinda pouted. "The guy on the left is my uncle.." Diggy. "The guy on the right is my– Well he's not my real uncle, but I call him Uncle Perry." P. Water. I paused. "And the guy in the middle...." She shrugged. "My Uncle Diggy told me that he is my father."
