Shattered Mirror

Chapter 11: My Afternoon Dream (Part 1)

"I'm married to the street; I ain't gonna switch over. I ain't gonna go religion on nobody. I believe in god- god is for the thugs too- but the street is in the most trouble. So ima keep it focused on the streets and the struggle. That's what I'm mainly about."
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Sage

"Alright I'll be back in four days tops! I promise!" Aunty exclaimed.

I nodded my head and help her carry her luggage down to the taxi cab. She walked down the sidewalk with her side bag. The taxi driver helped put her bags in the truck while Aunty stared at me with worry in her eyes.

"Are you sure I should go? I mean I don't want to leave you here by yourself!" Aunty stressed.

I could see the bags under her eye and I knew she needed this. I just got payed the other day and I decided to send Aunty to New York for a week but she insisted on four days after I begged her. I payed for a hotel room for her and for her to get pampered while she is there.

I figured it was the least I could do for her since she took me in and is currently stressing over Amour. "Yes. I'm sure." I kissed her cheek and shooed her off into the car.

I watched her as she looked at me from the window with a small smile. I was left standing on the sidewalk there watching the taxi car drive off. I turned towards a different direction and walked to the graveyard.

I decided to walk instead of taking the bus or something. I needed to clear my mind. My mind was running wild and my mouth was just itching to pour what's on my mind out. It felt real lonely knowing that Amour wasn't here. And it makes me feel bad knowing I wasn't there to help her.

Even though I was physically there I wasn't there to actually do something to stop it. I knew my gut feeling was correct but I ignored it. The guilt was eating me alive knowing Amour could be laying somewhere hurt in a ditch, crying out.

This was truly a cold world.

I turned the corner and walked to the graveyard. I found my moms gravestone and sat down. I slowly traced each letter of her name with my fingertips.

Katrina Heights

Sunrise; March 15, 1973, Sundown; January 21, 2014.

A loving mother, daughter and wife.

I just sat there on the cold grass. No words were spoken. Just my thoughts. I didn't have to say anything to talk to her. She knew what I was thinking and feelings. I just wanted to get lost in my thoughts. Sadness was what I was feeling.

I needed my mother just like she needed me when she was here. She didn't have to tell me that she needed me but every time she looked me in the eyes, it was a whole other different story. Sometimes I see myself in her.

A older version of her. It makes me questioned myself of what happens in the near future. And this happens. I'm not going to end up like my mother. Ima do something with my life and make her happy and proud of me.

One day I will living in a big mansion with 6 bedrooms and and 6 bathroom. There will be a game room, a pool, a pool room and one big room I will use as a closet for all my cloths, shoes, and jewelry. A garden will be nice outside with a playground and a tree house for when I have kids one day.

Yeah, those are my goals. I found myself smiling and daydreaming. It felt good knowing I have goals to accomplish and that I can do it. A cool breeze brushed pass me. And a feeling was touching my shoulder. I looked up and saw none until I realized it was her. I kissed her gravestone and walked away.