Love never fails
Years ago
"They pull my hair and call me names, why mommy I don't do nothing but be nice" I cry into my mama's lap.
"Because you're different" she state simply as she stokes my hair softly.
"Why I'm different, why do I look different from everybody else, why I'm not normal" I shot out questions.
"You wanna be normal" she asks me instead.
"Yes, than they would pick at me" I state.
Everyday I go to school, they either pulling my hair or calling me some name. Skinny Minny, Oreo, half breed, all types of curl names. It happenes everyday, all day. I simply stop going outside because I don't want to be harassed.
"You know where you got your beautiful long jet black hair from?" my mother asks.
I shake my head no.
"From my mama" my dad comes in and say "Who got my beautiful princess down?" he asks. He grabs me and put me on his lap.
"The kids at school, don't like me" I tell him.
"It's because she's beautiful that's why. She has beautiful hair, exotic eyes, the world brightest smile, and a heart of pure gold" my mother exclaims. Making me smile.
"Listen to your mother, she have a gift of being right" my dad smiles.
"I'd like to think so" she say smiling and place a kiss on my cheek than daddy's making me giggle.
"When those kids pick at you what you goin tell them" she ask me.
"I'm beautiful, I'm smart, and I'm loved. If you don't like it, it doesn't matter" I repeat the words my mother told me yesterday.
"And don't forget" she say smiling.
"Now let's eat" my dad shouts. Than tickle me, making me burst into a fit of laughter.
I was about six years old, when that happened a year before my dad died in a car accident by I drunk driver.
My mama always knew what to say. She was the strongest lady I have ever encountered in my life.
That's what making it so hard to see her so weak laying in this bed like this, this not the strong and health beautiful woman that raised me.
She's supposed to be up walking around, telling me what to do because she knows best, making me laugh and vice versa, cooking anything but seating in this bed like this.
"Do you need anything from me ma?" I asks her again.
"I'm okay baby, you need to get you some rest before I hurt you about my grandson" she state.
"He okay, he kicking up a storm in here. Damien cooked for us this morning, while I slept I'm good" I say being honest.
Yesterday Killa took me home and stayed while I cried on his chest. I cried till I feel asleep, he just let me sleep, cuddled next to him. He woke me up to a big breakfast in bed, I'm happy I got him. I know no matter what he'll be here.
"That's my son-in-law" she say smiling.
"Not yet ma, he still go home to that girl Brooklyn" I say sighing. I lean back in the recliner and rub my belly. It's somewhat smoothing me, feeling my son respond to my touches and even my voice.
"That's not his home, your his home. And sure enough, he'll realize that and find his way back. When I look at y'all I see me and your father"
"You and dad didn't argue as much as we did" I state matter of factly. They was always on one accord, when he move she move and vice versa.
