Chapter One: Struggling
André
It was about three pm when gunshots were heard outside my door. "Momma why we gotta live in Chicago for?" I asked, knowing my mother didn't have a job was the reason. "Shhhh, You want them to come inside here?" She whispered as we crouched down in the closet. I heard voices and more gun shots. They were so close that it feels like somebody in the next room was getting shot at. I just jumped up as I heard the last gun shot and screaming coming from outside my apartment.
"Don't shoot my child please!" the mother said as pleaded the gunman. "The the fuck up bitch!" POW!
Tears ran down my face as I imagine the blood gushing out the person so got hurt. I held my mom tight in my arms and told her everything will be aIl right. She couldn't handle all of this stress on her own.
As I held her, I prayed to God to tell him to forget her for all the wrong deeds she did in past. Also, to ask him to guide us in the right direction & to help us get out this sticky situation.
Once we thought everything was done, I got out the closet to see if the coast was clear. Everything was still in the same place we left it. So I helped my mom out the closet. Something didn't feel just in air it felt really odd.
"Momma, I love you" I said as walking up to and hugged her tightly. "I love you too Dré." She gave me a week smile and letting me go. Mama walked into to her room and closed her behind her. All I heard coming from her room was the lighter flickering. I knew exactly what she was doing, smoking. I hate the smell of weed, cigarettes, crack etc. It hurts me to know that my mom is addicted to smoking.
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