•Hazel
"Hazel?"
"Eww, why your voice sound like that?" I asked, scrunching up my face as his voice croaked through my phone.
"I got the flu."
"Aww pooh, stay your infected ass over there now."He laughed, which turned into a cough.
"Are you taking medicine Chris?" I asked, concerned with how nasty he sounded.
"I took some NyQuil last night." I pursed my lips.
"NyQuil, Christopher?"
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"That ain't gone do shit. I'm guessing you didn't go to the doctor."
"It's just the flu."
"If you had a cold then you can say it's just a cold, the flu could turn deadly."
"I'll be alright."
"Why you so damn hard headed?"
"I'm not"
"You are. You think you can handle everything yourself and you can't. You sit there and let yourself get dog sick if you want to."
"I just called to speak to my daughter."
"Well your daughter is asleep so you got her mama."
"Welp, bye then." I laughed
"Fuck you. Bye!" I hung up and sat there for a second. After a while, I shook my head and stood from my bed, slipping my feet into my Ugg fluff slides. Unlocking my phone, I called my mama to see if she could come over.
"Hello?"
"Mommy can you do me a favor?"
"What lil girl?"
"Can you come watch Sariyah for me? Or I can drop her off with you, whatever works best."
"Why, what you going to do?" I sucked my teeth.
"Can you keep the kid or not?"
"It depends, you going to sell drugs?"
"I'll drop her off in about thirty minutes so have the door unlocked." I said, not following up with her ignorance.
"Did I say I would keep her?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath because this lady works my nerves.
"Shut up girl, i'll keep her." I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone. I got that difficult shit from her because she always had to do the most instead of giving people a straight answer.
"Riyah where's your sippy cup?" I asked, frantically looking around the room. I knew she couldn't hear me and wouldn't answer if she could but...
"Bingo" I said, grabbing it off the floor. I forgot she threw it across the room when I was changing her diaper. I might have to start popping her spoiled ass.
"Don't wake up don't wake up don't wake up." I mumbled as I gently lifted her up from the bed. She was gone wake up when I threw her in the car seat anyway so it doesn't even matter. Grabbing her bag, I jogged downstairs. I almost walked out the house without grabbing my keys, that would've been dumb.
"Shut up" I said, knowing she was about to cry by her irritated facial expression as she woke up. I knew me buckling her in her car seat was gonna disrupt her sleep. She was in a full blown cry by the time I was in the drivers seat. I turned up the radio to drown her out. There was a point in time where I wanted to baby her every time she cried and tried to figure out the problem. Seven months later, I just ignore her when I know she ain't crying bout shit.
