Chapter 29: The dream....

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"Mariah." I heard a very, very sweet voice say.

I was on my bed, at my old house.

I dont know how i even ended up here.

"Mariah." I heard the voice say again.

I looked up.

It was my mama.

She had on a pretty slinder white dress with some wite heels on.

She looked much younger.

Kinda like maybe in her mid - twenties.

Her hair was past her back, and she looked really healthy.

I looked down at my clothes, and i had on a long, white robe on, with some white slippers.

And my hair was cut short, and my makeup was running.

What the fuck? I was thinking to myself.

My mama slowly started walking towards me.

Her eyes was twinkling.

I could'nt see anything because white fog was in the way.

I could just see her.

When she got towards me, she sat down on the bed, and looked at me.

She was just staring, and then she grabbed sections of my hair, and started combing it out, with ofcourse, a white comb.

Then she stooped, and shook her head at me.

"Mariah, baby you gone have to stop messing with that little boy. I dont see no good in him." Her voice was as sweet as honey.

I looked at her, and said, "Yeah, i know."

"Well if you know, then you wouldn't still be messing with him. You know i dont play that. Even though i might be up here with God, doesn't mean, i dont care. You need to have your life in control, because you might never know when your expiration date might come. I mean, you know what happened to me. You need to make your life in control for you.... and for my grandbaby."

Her voice was so soft-spoken, and almost as if she was whispering.

I shook my head yes, and tears slowly fell from my eyes.

She wiped them away.

"I just dont want you to get hurt out there. You thought that Alicia was your friend, and then you thought that Makayla was your friend, but, this is real like honey, and you gotta start learning that it is'nt just peaches, and cream out here."

I shook my head yes. I knew exactly what she was saying.

"And you could go back to that little boy if you want to, and get hurt like you got hurt by Tyric, and watch when you regret it. You gone regret it for you, and for your babygirl. I've been watching you, Mariah. And i'm sorry, but for right now, you aren't being the girl that i raised you to be."

More flow of tears started streaming down my face.

I shook my head slowly, and said, "I'm so sorry mama. I really am."

She looked at me, and got off of my bed. 

"Start making a change for the better, Mariah. Just get your life together for me, okay?"

I shook my head yes. "Okay."

She grabbed my chin, and moved some hair out of my face, then kissed my forehead lightly.

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