Sugar

9. Day dream

I woke up the next morning to several messages from Rodney.
Rodney: baby girl you up?
Rodney: baby girl?
Rodney: Heaven?
Rodney: i miss you
Rodney: its almost time for you to get ready for school.
Me: I'm up now.
Rodney: good get ready and have a great day
Me: thanks you too.

He is just so damn sweet. I'm really glad I met him. Getting to know him was the best choice ever. He is sweet funny interesting and he is a college student. He is studying to be a biologist. I'm glad that I found someone smart. Latrell was a real idiot. He skipped school and did some gang shit. Everyday was something like an adventure. It was more danger than fun. I swear he was gonna get me kidnapped one day. He had me so fucked up. He was on that cheating shit and I still stayed. He had my life in danger once and I gave up on him. I tried to change him for the better but it didn't work.

I rolled out of bed and checked on Kyle and Nyah. Both of them were ready. I went in the bathroom and got ready for school.

At school
I took down my notes from the board. I got distracted by my thoughts. I can't stop thinking about Rodney. Damn what he do to me? I'm tripping.

"Ms. Meyers." My teacher said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"The bell has gone."
"What time is it?"
"Lunch."
"Already?"
"Yes."
I got up from my seat and noticed the class was empty. I walked down the hallways and went straight to the cafeteria.

At the hospital
I daydreamed the whole day. I barely remember anything. Now I'm visiting momma at the hospital. I'm so ready for her to come home. I miss her so much. This pressure is too much to take care of my siblings and manage school. I don't plan on having kids anytime soon.
"Heaven honey." Momma said as she smiled at me.
Nyah climbed in her bed and made her self comfy.
"Momma how you feeling?" I asked.
"Great I'm counting the days. They have me on a strict diet."
"Why?"
"Because my blood needs to be high in platelets and what's not. So they feed me foods that will promote platelet production."
"Oh."
"Yeah it's so I can recover faster. And I have to stay on that diet for a while after surgery."
"Okay make a list of stuff so when its time for you to come home I could have everything ready for you."
"Okay baby. I'm so grateful that I have you. I'm sorry for everything you had to go through."
"Momma don't cry. Its okay. Look at me."
"Baby I'm sorry I should have been there for y'all instead of drinking away my sorrows."
"Momma stop crying its fine. Everything happens for a reason. If you didn't end up in here I would have still been a spoiled brat. I probably wouldn't know how to hustle for myself. Momma I know how to take care of my myself and siblings. I'm independent."
"Baby I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks momma."