Chapter 1
"..It was the first day of my Masters Program, why did I choose to start it so soon? hell, I don't know. I guess I just needed to stay busy. being back home and so close to my family was all great and dandy, but bittersweet as hell. my mom is so damn clingy, my sister and her antics, my Dad is probably the only one I can be around 24:7. oh how I was going to miss College, and staying in my dorm room. And just Miami as a whole. although I will Always love Houston.
After Graduation My parents knew my plans were to come back and continue my Masters program here in Houston. my mom begged me to come back. Four whole years without her eldest daughter almost gave her a heart attack on several occasions. like the time I went to the Gym late at night by myself, but I locked my key in my dorm room like a retard, and had no way in. I didn't have a roommate, and my dorm floor RA was occupied. and did I mention I was a freshman, and it was only my 3rd week being away from home? yeah, it was a shitless predicament to be in. I called my mom to tell her what happened, and I swear to God she almost jumped through the phone, worried half to death, and praying all night for my safety. I mean, I couldn't blame her. and I guess her prayers worked cause, I was back in my dorm in no time thanks to the custodian and his master key, he just so happened to be doing a late night mopping passing my door. I love my mom though, we have a great relationship. she's the most caring, loving, and most beautiful woman inside and out, educated and successful black woman, definitely my role model. yes, she can be a bit protective some-, no a lot of times, but me and my sister and dad have learned to deal with it all our lives.
My dad bought me a small one bed room condo a good 30 minutes away from their house. as our agreement, if I moved back here after receiving my BA like they wanted, then I didn't want to live at home. Im a 23 year old, Im grown, it was no way in hell I was going to be staying at home after being away for four years. being the best father in the world he agreed without a fight. he was just glad to have his baby home. I would just have to find a job after the first year, to cover my rent and utilities. he assured me since I was " So Grown " he won't be paying my grown bills. I suppose that was fair. since he was still taking care of my sweet sister Solange. damn, I wish y'all could hear the sarcasm in my voice. The most spoiledest, irritatingest, unecessariest, & craziest human being to ever grace the Beauty of God greens earth. when I was younger, I often asked God why did he have to curse this family by adding her to it, it was perfectly fine for the 5 wonderful years before her. when he never answered me, I figured it out. it all made sense, he didn't have a reason to answer me, cause God didn't create her. Satan himself did. I can't stand my sister Solange. don't get me wrong, I love the heffa to death, and would break anybody's neck who ever tried to hurt her. she's just a psycho, it wasn't always like this. she use to be my baby once upon a time, and nothing could come between us. she's just now a senior in high school and have a bad reputation In our family, she always trying to fight people, in the family at that. she treats my parents like shit. I'm surprised my mom even continues to tolerate her disrespectful ass. I guess she just feels bad for her. and I feel bad for them. that's another reason I couldn't stay with them. because messing around with her crazy ass I'd be on the next episode of "Snapped". it's the friends she hangs around. they're all ghetto fied and a hot mess, we both attended private schools growing up. She met some girls who were from 3rd Ward outside of our school and they became her bestfriends. she begged my parents to put her in public school, and they refused. so being the heathen she is, got her own self kicked out of private school and messed up our family name. That day was the day our family seen my dad turn into a different person. he never got angry in front of us, in fact my parents didn't even argue in front of us, never. but that day, we seen the devil in the flesh. he turnt into a purple fire ball. I think my mom was even scared. he might have scared himself. my mom was always the disciplinarian, my dad gave the stern talks here and there, and just from that we knew better. Her freshman year at St. Mary's Cathedral Private High School, I'll never forget. me and daddy was at home sitting on the couch watching TV, the summer was winding down, and in a few more weeks I was going back to Miami for school. Daddy got a call, and just the look on his face I knew something was wrong. I thought it was mama at first, but that quickly left my head when I heard him say "I'm on my way" it was a angry tone though. he would of never used if he was talking to my mother especially in front of me. when he quickly got up and didn't tell me anything, I grew worried again.
