The school sent a letter and it just got here this morning, I went to the mailboxes in the mail room this Tuesday morning with my sister's pink bunny slippers. "Good morning." I said to Mr. Bobby. Mr. Bobby is the apartment's maintenance man. He's about sixty something and has a huge stomach and jiggly arms. He's brown skinned with no hair in the center of his head and white hair sticking out from the sides. He was walking past me on the stairs as I got back from the mail room.
"Good morning, Heaven. How are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm fine." I said with a smile, "How about you?" I asked him.
"Doing alright. Could be better." he said with a smile.
"Well take care and relax a little bit. Don't listen to Mrs. Bager, her toilet is not broken. She just needs to buy a plunger." I joked.
He laughed, "Hmph, that bitter old woman." he shook his head. I smiled.
As I reached our floor, I smelled bacon, eggs, and homemade biscuits. When my mom gets up early in the morning and she's in the mood, she makes a banging ass_ breakfast. My dad wasn't upset last night and wasn't drinking so everyone is in a good mood. So good my mother took off from work so that we could spend time together. I opened the door to our apartment, taking in the smell of the food and smiling to myself.
My dad was on the couch with Kia watching the news. I looked over at them and walked in to the kitchen. My mother put the biscuits back in the oven and smiled at me.
"I just want them to be crispy at the top." she said as I sat by the table.
"Today is going to be a good day. I feel it." I said looking inside of the oven.
"Positive. That's a good way to wake up." she told me. I looked at my mother's hair. it was slicked back and to her shoulders.
"Mom, are you still going to cut your hair?" I asked her. Sh shrugged and felt her thick black hair.
"Probably. Maybe right under my chin." she said feeling her thick hair.
"I like it just the way it is." my dad said walking into the kitchen. His tall brown figure wrapped his arms around my mother.
I looked at my father closely. We rally do look alike. The same medium sized nose and curious brown eyes. My father and I both have similar skin color. A soft brown with dark elbows and knees. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my dad would drop me off and pick me back up. My teachers would say that I looked just like him. We had the best relationship up until I turned sixteen. Somewhere around that time he snapped ans started drinking and coming home late and hurting us.
It would start with him coming home late, smelling like liquor and my mom would get so upset and he'd start beating on her. The first time it happened I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I turned around and looked out the door. My sister was in her room when I called her over and locked the bathroom door. I just don't know why this is happening.
"Do you really?" my mom asked him smiling.
"Of course. It keeps your youth." he said to her.
"Well then maybe you should grow some hair. Bald is not beautiful in your case." I joked with him. We all laughed.
"Hair is not for me. I'll keep the shiny bald look. Amber Rose is doing it." he said.
"But that's different." I said.
"Alright. I'll get a wig." he said making us laugh. I like these moments and I wish they could happen more. But things just changed.
Soon breakfast was ready and I helped set the table. Kia ran in and plopped down on the chair near the kitchen window and I sat down across from her. My dad sat to the head of the table and my mom sat on the opposite head of the table.
"These biscuits are buttery goodness." Kia said taking another bite.
"Of course." my mother said with a smile.
"Calm down, they're okay." I joked.
"Oh, mommy she's hating." Kia said laughing. I rolled my eyes.
"You know you can invite Sonali, Candy and uh, Tiffany over if you like. They haven't been here in a while." my mother told me. She knows why I don't bring them here as much. It's not that good over here and my dad is just so iffy and you don't know what he's going to do.
"I don't really talk to Tiffany that much. Well I'm trying not to." I said.
"What happened?" my dad asked.
"Well." I said taking a sip of orange juice and putting it down. "She's kind of into, like she's making a lot of bad decisions with guys and I don't want to be around her. She doesn't want to talk about anything else." I said not wanting to talk about all of it.
"That's good you're taking a step back from her and you realize that's not what you want, but you should at least talk to her about it." my dad said. I miss these moments so much. When he'd give me advice on anything. Before he became violent I could tell him absolutely anything and he wouldn't mind. Why did this have to happen? Is he mad at us?
"She's too stubborn and won't listen to me." I said.
"Yes she will. Everyone listens to you. Because they know what comes out of your mouth is true." he said. I smiled at that. "People trust you, but they don't always know how to approach you to ask for help. She just has too much pride that's all. Talk to her." he said.
I nodded and when we finished eating I cleared all of the dishes. "Kia can you bring me my phone?" I asked her from the kitchen.
"Where is it?' she asked me.
"Uh, go in my room and look on the charger by the lamp. It's off the charger." I said to her.
I heard my room door open and she came back with my phone. "You have one message." she said to me putting my phone on the counter. I dried my hands and thanked her.
I picked up my phone and looked at the message. It said Kyle and I got excited but tried not to show it on my face.
Early this morning he texted, "Sleep ok?"
I smiled and replied, "Like a baby."
I went to my room and sat down on my bed and then laid back on it. I'll call Sonali and Candy later and maybe Tiffany, I don't know. My phone vibrated.
":) You ate yet?" he asked me.
I replied, "Yes."
I smiled and got off my bed to go to the bathroom. When I came out I had another message that said, "Do you have any plans today?"
I thought, I do want to see him but I might just stay inside today. "I'm just chilling with the fam and maybe Sonali and Candy will come over." I sent it to him and sighed. I want to see him but I just hope he doesn't want to see me that bad that he wants to come over.
My phone vibrated and I looked at the message, "Glad ur feeling ok. U have me worried sometimes."
"Don't worry ;D" I sent him.
"Alright, I won't. I'll call you tonight, ok." he sent.
"Sure."
I called Sonali and Candy and told them to come over at around twelve something. I didn't bother to invite Tiffany because I can't let her mess up my day today. It was going too good. Someone knocked my door and I told them to come in.
