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My mother had made a merely two hour trip to come see me.
She claimed she missed her baby and she expected nothing more from me than to ghost her for a while. She could be so dramatic at times.
Not that it was anything wrong with missing your child, it just hadn't been that long since we last seen each other. It had only been a few weeks since I last seen her and that was fine for me but in her eyes it had been a decade. I didn't feel the need to see her everyday and I wouldn't be the one driving all that way just to spend a few hours doing nothing. I was never all that close with my mother and It showed.
It wasn't anything in particular and I didn't love her any less, I just loved being alone in my own space. Being social all the time was draining.
She was seated on my couch comfortably watching reruns of One on One.
"Why don't you come sit." She pat the cushion next to her as the outro and the credits ran.
"I'll pass." She often invaded my privacy by asking a million questions about my personal life and I was closed off. Not only with her, but with everybody. I didn't like sharing every little detail about me. To some, it may seem harsh, but it's hard for me to be any other way and I have my past to blame for that.
Simply put— If I want you to know something, I'd tell you.
"Just come sit for a second." She pleaded batting her eyelashes jokingly. "Yes mama," I huffed as I sat down next to her taking in her physical features.
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She had beautiful caramel skin, barely darker than being light skinned, that would make you think me and my siblings were adopted.
We got our melanin from our dad and his side of the family, whom were all very chocolate in complexion.
She had beautiful black hair that was slightly highlighted with brown naturally that you could see more in the sun. She had learned to embrace it, not liking it before and her loc's of hair were curled beautifully.
It had been that way since her early twenties.
Just by looking at her you'd never believe she carried five kids— miscarrying the fifth.
