THE PREACHER'S KID

CHAPTER 1: DADDY'S LIL SONGBIRD

"Patti....Patti baby wake up hun, time for church ". My mom says as the sweet smell of the chanel perfume fill the air of my bedroom. "I'm up mom i see you wearing that perfume i bought you for your birthday last week mwah good morning " I kissed her on the cheek and went to the bathroom as I was doing my normal hygienic routine to get dressed. Right after i showered, I wrapped my fluffy purple towel, and walked into my closet, to see what am I going to wear. I pulled out an all black fitted pin skirt, with a crisp white blouse with gold buttons, and a black blazer. My hair was short, but have a fine, dark curly texture. I'm 5'7, 165lbs, thick in hips, wide in the waist, small fitted tummy, and nice size breast 42 DD cup. Yeah i am maybe a church girl, but I gotta a body of a jezebel. I have. dark chocolate skin, brown eyes, pearly white teeth, and dimples so deep, you can eat cereal out them. As I walked downstairs to meet up with my parents, I saw my father preping for his sermon for today's service. "Good morning daddy" as I give him a peck on the cheek. "Good morning baby girl. you look very nice today" . "Thank you daddy. " "Patti...Dave breakfast is ready." my mother yelled from the kitchen. My mom cooked an amazing breakfast. Cheese eggs, French Toast, Turkey bacon, and some freshly squeezed orange juice. After we ate , we refreshing up and as on our way to church. As we got there, members of the church was pulling up i there cars, wearing their three piece suits, looking there absolute best. I love sundays. As the ushers have everyone seated, church has now begin. We had the praise and wordship team singing happy spiritual up lifting songs, We prayed for the ill and sick people, and then my father PASTOR DAVID MAURICE JONES walks on the pulpit "Praise the lord everybody,and welcome for today is the day that lord has made, and we shall rejoice to be glad in it". What I love about my father's preaching, is that he doesn't jump around, screaming and shouting, he was more like a teacher . Deeply explaining THE WORD OF GOD. Then in the midde of my father's sermon, there was this family that I have never seen before. It was a man, a woman, and this girl. This girl was so beautiful. She was tall about 5'8 or 5'9 even toned caramel completion, light brown eyes, curvy hips, thick thighs, full luscious lips, and full voluptuous breast. Her hair was long, and wavy. I was so lost in her beauty, that I haven't heard my father announcing me to sing my solo. "Patti, you ok baby girl?" "Yes daddy I'm sorry". "Yes yes brothers and sisters of St.Peter's, my daughter Patrice is hear to bless us with a song." I love to sing. Music is my life. As i walked up to the pulpit, my father whispers in my ear, "Blow them away, patti...You DADDY'S LIL SONGBIRD ". and kisses my cheeck. I finally reach up to the pulpit. I gave the piano player the nod to begin his introduction, and as i look out, I see absolutely nobody but her. So as i begin to sing "His eye on the Sparrow ", I can hear my proud father clapping and hearing other fellow members of the church feeling the holy spirit. but yet I still see JUST HER. Her eyes are hypnotizing, her smile is unforgettable, and I dont know why this is happening to me, but I like it. After the service, my family and I were talking about the service and how good his preaching was. Then as we about to head out to the car, I heard a man's voice. "Excuse me Pastors Jones?" . my father turned around. "Yes sir I am him." "Hello sir. my name is Jamal Simmons, this is my wife Karren, and my daughter Kiyonna. We are originally from Harlem, new york. my family and I moved to Philadelphia, because of my job offering at the court house." Kiyonna father is a known criminal district attorney , along with her mother.

"Well hello brother jamal nice to meet you. this is my wife, and the 1st lady Janice jones, and my lovely daughter Patrice. Welcome to Philadelphia, and welcome to St.Peters church. I hope that my church will be a new church home for you and your beautiful family." As both of our parents were getting to know eachother more, Kiyonna and I were playing eye tag. Until she came upon to talk to me first. "Patrice right?" she said with her thick sexy new york accent. "yeah im Patrice but everyone calls me pat or patti. Nice to meet you." I streched out my hand eaiting for her to shake it. And as she did , her skin felt like pure Moroccan silk. I didnt want to let her go. I also notice that she was staring at every inch of my thick body, as i felt a cool fall breeze blown through our hair, and causea slight hardness of my nipples. but I didnt care. So I  started off the conversation. "So when did you and your family moved to philly"? "This past friday. we still gotta unpack. we live out by the airport at the southwest area." "Oh ok that's whatsup so are you already enrolled in school?" "Yeah im home school . Ima senior." "oh cool me too. your going to like philly. its some nice people here. maybe this weekend I can come by to your house and I can introduce you to my friends, and my boyfriend. " "yeah ,sure im down for that. here my number so we hit eachother up some time. 212-446-7879" "ok i got cha " "kiki honey time to go we gotta start cooking dinner". her mother said . "ok ma just a sec . oh and pat.... call me Kiki ok boo? ." "okay kiki i will text you tonight." we gave eachother a friendly hug and we parted our ways. As i got in the car, all i kept thinking about was how bad she is, that thick newyork accent, and she called me BOO. Is this a new friendship? Am i having a crush on her? Or am I tripping? I guess we'll never know until I hit her up.