pocketbook down next to my feet and buckled my seatbelt. I propped my arm up against the door and rested my head against my hand.
Nisey got in on the other side and buckled her seatbelt as well. “You’ll see. Those girls are going to be so happy to see you, you aren’t going to be able to put them down.” She started the car, put it in drive and drove out of the driveway.
I looked out the window and started to pray silently again. I felt like I couldn’t pray enough. Lord please don’t let this trip end up being horrible. I just want to get my babies and bring them home. I don’t want to deal with any drama from Tre, Kisha or his new girlfriend. I just want to get my babies and leave. I’ve dealt with enough drama and nonsense and my babies have been through enough as well. Please Lord, be in control of this situation and allow things to work out maturely and peacefully. Amen…
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Normally saying a prayer always made me feel better but I’d been praying all night and all morning and nothing had changed. If anything it’d gotten worse. I just couldn’t shake the bad feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach. I already knew that I was headed directly into some bullshit and the only thing that kept crossing my mind was the gun that Tre’d had that night at my house. The feeling that I had was so strong I damn near wanted to tell Nisey to turn around and let’s not go but I had to see my girls so instead of saying anything, I kept quiet and continued to pray silently.
“What’s on your mind?” Nisey inquired tearing me away from my thoughts. She reached over and turned down the radio, which had already been low to start with. Now it couldn’t be heard at all. “You are all quiet over there staring out the window. What’s up?”
“Nothing.” I lied rubbing my temples. My migraine seemed to be getting worse. The pain had become almost unbearable. I reached down and picked up my pocketbook placing it on my lap. I took out the bottle of Aleve, opened them and shook two into my hand. I closed the bottle, placed it back in my bag and took the water that I’d bought out and used it to take the pills. When I was done, I placed my pocketbook back on the floor.
“Try to relax and take a nap Lala that will make your head feel better.” Nisey said momentarily taking her eyes off of the road and glancing over at me. I could see concern written all over her face. “I know that a lot has happened over the past week and a half but you’ve still got to take care of yourself. Those two little girls need their mama because Tre and nobody else is going to take care of them or treat them like you do. You are a great mother and I don’t give a damn what Tre, social services or nobody else says. I’m telling you that you are a damn good mother. You made a mistake, you misjudged Reggie’s sorry ass but that doesn’t make you unfit. It makes you human. We all make mistakes and the last time that I checked there weren’t any perfect motherfuckas walking around here. So you quit all of that worrying and stressing and pull it together for them babies so that you will be feeling good enough to play with them and spoil them when you get down there. Fuck Tre and if he want to get stupid, we can do that too. We will turn Boykins out down here today!”
Hearing how she had my back brought a proud smile to my face and actually managed to ease my nerves a little. “Girl, you are a mess.” I laughed.
She laughed too. “Nah, I just don’t like seeing you like this. You are my girl, the only real friend that I’ve had in a very long time.” Her smile slowly faded and her face took on a serious expression. “I remember the day that my husband and my son died. I
Nisey got in on the other side and buckled her seatbelt as well. “You’ll see. Those girls are going to be so happy to see you, you aren’t going to be able to put them down.” She started the car, put it in drive and drove out of the driveway.
I looked out the window and started to pray silently again. I felt like I couldn’t pray enough. Lord please don’t let this trip end up being horrible. I just want to get my babies and bring them home. I don’t want to deal with any drama from Tre, Kisha or his new girlfriend. I just want to get my babies and leave. I’ve dealt with enough drama and nonsense and my babies have been through enough as well. Please Lord, be in control of this situation and allow things to work out maturely and peacefully. Amen…
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Normally saying a prayer always made me feel better but I’d been praying all night and all morning and nothing had changed. If anything it’d gotten worse. I just couldn’t shake the bad feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach. I already knew that I was headed directly into some bullshit and the only thing that kept crossing my mind was the gun that Tre’d had that night at my house. The feeling that I had was so strong I damn near wanted to tell Nisey to turn around and let’s not go but I had to see my girls so instead of saying anything, I kept quiet and continued to pray silently.
“What’s on your mind?” Nisey inquired tearing me away from my thoughts. She reached over and turned down the radio, which had already been low to start with. Now it couldn’t be heard at all. “You are all quiet over there staring out the window. What’s up?”
“Nothing.” I lied rubbing my temples. My migraine seemed to be getting worse. The pain had become almost unbearable. I reached down and picked up my pocketbook placing it on my lap. I took out the bottle of Aleve, opened them and shook two into my hand. I closed the bottle, placed it back in my bag and took the water that I’d bought out and used it to take the pills. When I was done, I placed my pocketbook back on the floor.
“Try to relax and take a nap Lala that will make your head feel better.” Nisey said momentarily taking her eyes off of the road and glancing over at me. I could see concern written all over her face. “I know that a lot has happened over the past week and a half but you’ve still got to take care of yourself. Those two little girls need their mama because Tre and nobody else is going to take care of them or treat them like you do. You are a great mother and I don’t give a damn what Tre, social services or nobody else says. I’m telling you that you are a damn good mother. You made a mistake, you misjudged Reggie’s sorry ass but that doesn’t make you unfit. It makes you human. We all make mistakes and the last time that I checked there weren’t any perfect motherfuckas walking around here. So you quit all of that worrying and stressing and pull it together for them babies so that you will be feeling good enough to play with them and spoil them when you get down there. Fuck Tre and if he want to get stupid, we can do that too. We will turn Boykins out down here today!”
Hearing how she had my back brought a proud smile to my face and actually managed to ease my nerves a little. “Girl, you are a mess.” I laughed.
She laughed too. “Nah, I just don’t like seeing you like this. You are my girl, the only real friend that I’ve had in a very long time.” Her smile slowly faded and her face took on a serious expression. “I remember the day that my husband and my son died. I
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