I'm now laying in the hospital bed, waiting to be released. I had a panic attack and passed out. The doctors said that it was from thinking about my Father too much. I just couldn't contain myself anymore. I just laid there watching the television until it went off and then fallen asleep.
Ms. Beverly came to visit in the morning to check if I'm okay.
"Are you alright, Sweet Pea?" she asked.
"Yeah, just a small Panic Attack," I answered.
"Hey Beverly..." I said
"Yeah, Sweet Pea?"
"Why do you like me so much?" I asked.
"I'm black and you're white, yet unlike all the other Caucasians, you don't hate me..." I continued.
"No hon, you've got it all wrong..." she said.
"Not all of us whites are exactly, evil, some of them just don't want to comprehend that blacks are now free too and aren't "items"
"So, you agree to these terms completely?" I asked.
"No, I don't, actually," she said.
In my mind, I began to stop trusting her completely but then she said this...
"I very much disagree with the segregation laws that we have in the world now. They should stop splitting us apart and bring us together. This is why our country has been through a war already and they're just re-creating it."
At the moment, I truly realized why I am so in love with this woman.
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