"MESSIAH! MIKAEL! COME EAT! " A mother once yelled from the porch of a sickly brown bricked house.
Two little African American twins rose up and ran towards the front door, "Coming Ma!"
"Come on now, young sons. Chicken and Rice are on your plate, drink after. Alright?"
"Yes, ma." Messiah chirped.
Messiah and Mikael ran towards the table and sat down in unison to eat their food and soon to go play once more. Soon, the door bursts open. In steps Ma's boyfriend, Joe Lewis.
"What are these bad marshal's doin' at this table." Joe runs up in a southern voice to tickle Messiah and Mikael.
"Haha! Stop! I'm going to choke!" Mikael giggled.
"Alright, Alright. Where's your momma!?" Joe puts his hand on his hips.
"Right over here, White chocolate." Ma skipped into the dining room.
Ma plants a soft, hungry kiss on Joe's lips.
"EWWW!" Messiah squealed.
"White chocolate tastes disgusting" Mikael sneered.
"Mind ya business, boys. Come on, finish your food so we can go to the park." Ma picked up a handbag.
"C, mon yer landrats. Let's play some Texas Tag em' " Joe squealed in a pirate voice.
Messiah finishes his plate first and Mikael trails behind him.
"Hold up, before we leave, make sure y, all have to let some go." Ma pointed to the bathroom.
Mikael nodded and ran to the bathroom and Messiah ran behind him like he was in a race. They all finished 5 minutes later and they soon headed to the Mack Blvd square park.
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When Messiah and Mikael were on the slides, Ma had heard some police sirens going by. They soon came to a stop. Ma had realized the sirens had stopped right across the park, the police were staring dead at her and Joe. They got out 5 minutes later and started walking over with a grimace look on their bearded faces.
"Hello there partna' are you in any trouble here" One cop, big and balding, looked directly at Joe.
"Yes, sir. May I ask why you're here" Joe looked over.
"Well, we got a distress call saying that a Mocha colored woman was holding a White male hostage" The other cop, Skinny with sunglasses on, said firmly.
"And I guess y, all are talking bout me." Ma stood up.
"SIT BACK DOWN!" The cops pulled out their tasers.
"HEY! STAND DOWN! THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND AND STEPCHILDREN OVER THERE!" Joe stands in front of Ma and points to Messiah and Mikael who are dead staring into the police's eyes.
"Mmhmm. Lemme see your ID, Mocha Frap." The big one says, hand on the taser trigger.
"Excuse me!?" Ma steps forward.
"HEY! HEY! STAY RIGHT THERE OR I SWEAR TO MY FAMILY I WILL SHOOT YOU DOWN!" The skinny one's hand trembles on the taser trigger.
"Alright!" Ma reaches in her purse and whips out her ID.
"Watch how you whipping that thing out, almost shot ya there." The skinny one jokes as he reads over the ID"
"Hmm, Jasmine Sams ain't ya, take it." The skinny one throws the ID at Ma's feet.
"Have a good day, Sirs." Joe dismisses them.
The police wearily wave off Joe and hop back in their patrol car. Ma picks up her ID and shoves it back into her bag, "Messiah! Mikael! Come on. We're going home."
Messiah and Mikael whine in unison as Ma grabs their hand and shuffles home quickly.
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