A promise.
It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow.
They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and...
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"Congratulations babygirl!" Sadé's dad hugged her tightly. "I'm proud of you," he smiled.
"Thank you daddy," she grinned. "I can't believe it was so fast," she sighed contentedly, placing her purse in the seat next to her. Today, her dad had offered to take her out to lunch, and she had just arrived.
She had come straight off of a job interview, which she aced. They offered her the job on the spot, and the salary was fantastic for it to be an entry level position. It was even sweeter because she had a work laptop and she could work remotely for two days out of the week.
"I gotta get you a lil congratulations gift," he nodded and she laughed. Her father never missed an opportunity to buy her a gift. She knew that was where her high standard for men stemmed, her dad did everything he could for her. He made sure she was very well taken care of, in ways other than materially. He was a very emotionally in tune man, which was rare for men in his family. But after he had kids he knew he couldn't just be a hard ass.
"Thank you daddy, I appreciate it," she smiled graciously. "Anyway, enough about me, how was your day? Anniversary plans coming along nicely?" she raised her eyebrows.
"It was good! Khy and his friends came through and all. Donny is one loud ass kid," he shook his head, making Sadé nod in agreement. "But yes, Anaya is making me plan everything this year, so we having a dinner like usual, but after we're going to France, you know she been wanting to,"
"Daddy! That's so sweet," she pouted. "You're a good husband, where they make good ones at?" she joked and he laughed.
"Texas, you know I'm from down south. Southern men the good ones," he pointed. "Except here—here don't count," he chuckled.
"Noted. Find a Texan," she giggled. Speaking of Texas, when are we going back? I miss Lola," she pouted referring to her grandmother.
Her dad was from Texas, Dallas to be exact. And her mom was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. They both moved to Atlanta in their freshman year of high school.
Her mom's mother—Nana was from Georgia, and moved to Louisiana for her husband but when he died, they came back. Her dad's parents moved because they found better jobs here—and the rest was history.
She loved visiting her family down south, they were all so loving and welcoming whenever she visited. And as the only granddaughter on her dad's side, she was always treated like the queen of everything by her aunts and uncles. Her cousins liked to fight with her, but they didn't get the chance if her uncles had anything to say about it.
Sadé and Donovan sat in the restaurant until they were finished eating, and they both drove their separate ways after. Sadé was due for an oil change on her car and was on her way to see her brother, and her father simply wanted to go home and sleep.
"Khy? I'm on my way up there," she told her brother as she walked to her Jeep Sahara she got for her 20th birthday.
