Laying in freshly cut grass has always been my favorite thing to do ever since I was a little girl, If I wasn't sprawled off in freshly cut grass I would be running around in copper dirt just to upset my mom, That was then.
"Rashel" Someone yelled, I knew that voice way too much but i didn't want to go. I stayed in the back yard with my earphones in as if i was numb to this world but I wasn't numb at all.
"Rashel you damn girl, Me know you can hear me" My mom said in her thick Jamaican accent.
"Yes Stella" I groaned, my mom was the most annoying person upon the face of the earth but I loved her with all my heart, she really cared for me but she always went about it in the wrong way.
"You know me affi get ready for work in less than thirty minutes, you need to come make sure that Your little brother and sister get some thing to eat, here is $50 order pizza", I took the money from her and walked into the house.
Stella owned no mansion, she owned a comfortable home that was spacious enough to accommodate her family of 4. Stella was a Jamaican who migrated to the United States to seek a better life for her kids, yes i was a Jamaican too. I had left the country when I was ten years old, Stella said life would be better for me here but the truth is, I hated it. I hated every single minute I had spent here. In Jamaica all the stores were walking distances away but in the states you has to drive everywhere. It was hard knowing that i was in Florida at least 8 years and still couldn't adapt.
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