Houston
Beyoncé Knowles
I sit here on the last step of my mother's porch, steadily inhaling the surprisingly comforting humid morning air. The pressing amount of tension and agitation that filled the dining room was suffocating and I couldn't take it anymore, I had to get out of there.
The sun is starting to come up, and the array of light blue, pink and orange hues scatter across the semi cloudless sky. This small moment of peace that I find admiring nature is really refreshing.
Although I enjoy the serenity the sunrise creates, I find myself envying the simplicity and routine the sun lives by. It's only job is to set and rise everyday, without the worry of being let down, without the pressures of life and it's never ending lessons crushing its existence. It's very essence is to sustain life and bring to it warmth and light.
Everything was going so well for me. I was finally happy with the woman that I love and a career that I love. I constantly ask myself what awful thing have I done in my life that karma feels I need to repay.
As I stare out at the beautiful morning sky, losing myself in my thoughts, I hear the front door open and close behind me. A few seconds later Solange is sitting next to me, hugging her knees.
"I'm sorry this is happening to you Bey." She says softly, breaking the silence. "You of all people should be able to live a happy life without bad things consistently coming into your world."
You would think so, but maybe that's just not what life had in store for me.
"I don't know Solo. Long term happiness may not be what I'm supposed to experience. But if not, I can say that I have experienced happiness with Nicki and my career even if it was just for a little while."
Solange scoffs and shakes her head at me. "Don't get me started on that sorry excuse for a wife. I love you Beyoncé, but she's being a complete bitch to you and it's pissing me off."
"Hey now.." I say, looking at her. "I love you but don't call her out out of her name. That's still my wife."
Solange looks me in the eyes, before groaning and shaking her head.
"Fine, I'm sorry I called her out her name....to your face." She adds at the end.
I playfully roll my eyes and I pull her into a side hug. "I love you Solo, thank you for being there for me when no one else is willing."
She hugs me back, her grip tightening as she speaks. "You don't have to thank me for that Bey. Your my big sister, someone has to do it." She says grinning.
I laugh and jokingly push her away from me. "Mama told you to come out here and check on me didn't she?" I ask already knowing the answer.
"Yea she was stopping me fro-...wait!" She says, her face full of surprise. "You just called her mama."
I smirk at her before I carefully get up from the step we were sitting on, and I begin walking over to the van.
"I guess she's growing on me." I say over my shoulder at her. "Don't get used to it."
"Yeah yeah whatever." She says, catching up to me.
We stop walking, our little journey down the driveway ending when we get to the back of the van. I look at her and she looks back at me, nodding her head toward the door telling me to open it.
I take a second to prep myself, then I grab the silver handle of the back door, twisting it up and to the left, unlocking it. Solange moves me behind her before turning back to open the van doors.
