After the passing of her sweetheart, August Alsina every sunny day was grey for Beyonce. She has to juggle being a single mom and work. It ain't easy.
Journey through the trials and tribulations Beyonce faces in her life.
Does she give up and let li...
"Don't leave me!" I screamed as my eyes popped wide open. I woke up in a cold sweat as my breathing hitched up a bit.
I woke up again from another nightmare pertaining August. If these nightmares continue I might have to go back to therapy.
I looked on my nightstand and took my iPhone just to look at the time.
"Good its 5:30 in the morning," I said to myself. I got up and went to the bathroom to do my bathroom routine and start my day.
I went downstairs to start breakfast for me and my son, Raymond. I decided to make French toast with a side of bacon. I looked at the time and I wrapped things up then went back upstairs to wake up Raymond.
I got into his room only to hear splashing of water in his bathroom.
"Good morning Ray," I said entering the bathroom.
He turned and looked at me. He looked so cute with his curls drenched.
"Good morning mommy," he said smiling. I knelt down next to his bath tub and started cleaning him up. "Mommy," he whined. "I can do it myself. I'm six years old remember," he said.
"OK," I said smiling. I got up and went to his room and took out his clothes for today.
He got out of his bathroom with his towel wrapped around his tiny body. He applied his body lotion and put on his underwear. I stared at him as he went over and started putting on his clothes.
"Take a picture mom. It lasts longer," he said putting on his jacket.
"Maybe I will," I said taking out my phone from my pocket. "Smile for mommy," I said snapping a picture.
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I showed him the picture and we both went downstairs to have our breakfast.
"Today you're gonna go to mommy's work. Are you excited about that?" I asked as I looked at him from across the table.
He sighed. "I guess," he said and he took a sip of his orange juice.
I know Ray ain't excited to go to work with me on a Friday after school. What can I do? I was given a last minute project and I can't find a babysitter this late.
My go-to babysitter and also best friend, Kelly, is also working with me on this project so she's out. My parents are in Mexico having their second honeymoon.
I have no choice but to bring Ray to my workplace.
I'm a professional decorator and today I'll be meeting up with my clients at their club.
"Cheer up boo," I said placing my hand on his cheek. "At least you are gonna spend quality time with mommy," I said smiling.
"Not being disrespectful or anything but you'll be at work," he said scrunching up his face.
"What's that suppose to mean?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
"You'll be working and working which takes up a lot of time. Also, you don't mix business with pressure," he said taking a bite out of his bacon.
I chuckled. "Its 'pleasure' not 'pressure' Ray," I said.
He face palmed himself. "Silly me," he said. "Bottom line is, whenever I go to work with you, we don't spend anytime together."
I nodded my head and we finished our breakfast. Ray helped me with cleaning up and I went back upstairs to change into my work clothes.
"Mommy, why do you put on make-up?" Ray said as he sat on my bed watching me put on make-up.
"Its because I'm old baby and mommy has to hide her wrinkles," I said putting on my lipstick as I looked at myself on my full view mirror.
"You're not old. You're only twenty-six. You're barely thirty," he said nonchalantly.
I turned and I looked at him. "Boy, who told you my age?" I said with one hand on my hip.
"No one," he said smiling. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Look, you told me that daddy was killed two months before I was born. You told me that you were twenty and daddy was twenty-two. If you add my age and your age, that gives twenty-six which is your current age. If daddy were still alive, he'll be twenty-eight," he said smiling. "Its simple math," he said shrugging.
I just looked at him shocked. At least I know that the money I spend on that private school isn't going to waste.
"That's right baby," I said smiling at him as I went over and sprayed my perfume on.
His face lit up and he hopped out of my bed. "Mommy, mommy ,mommy," he said excitedly as he jumped up and down.
"Yes Raymond," I said smiling because I know what he wanted to ask me.
"Please give me a monster bear hug. I wanna smell like you for the rest of the day," he said with his arms out. I went over him and gave him a hug. "Thanks. Now I can smell your heavenly sweet scent in case I miss you too much."
This boy reminds me of August way too much. August used to do the same thing to me. Every morning he'll come over to me and hug me.
He'll always say that and no matter how many times he said it to me, I'll still blush hella hard.
"Mommy," Ray said snapping me out of my thoughts. "You're crying," he said sounding concerned. "Let me get you some tissue," he said.
I didn't even notice that I was crying.
"Thanks boo," I said taking the tissue from his hand. "I got some of the perfume in my eye. I bet that's why I'm crying. Its making my eyes water," I lied.
"I get it now. Its like when you chopping onions and when you get soap in your eye," he said buying my lie. "Its also like when you accidentally spilled some vinegar on the counter. You panic then you use your hands to wipe it. You hear someone coming then you stop. The vinegar then dries on your hand and you forget that its still on your hand. You then have an itch in your eye and you rub your eyes with your hands. Your eyes start burning and it looks like your crying," he concluded.
I shot him a quick glare. "Excuse me?" I said. "Is there something you wanna tell me about what happened to the vinegar in the cabinet?" I said crossing my arms.
"Umm.... Would you look at the time. We are late. Imma go get my bag," he said rushing out of my room.
That boy is something else. He just snitched on himself.
