Troubled

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😍😘😋Quamoria pov🤑💯🙊💦
Man I'm tried as hell. These bitches got me in here slaving over this hot stove for they hungry asses and they outside partying and drinking. They better be lucky I'm a caring person and I have a big heart or else they would be starving.

"Hey Mo where do you want me to put this pan of dressing at?" Tina who is Aaron's wife asks me. "Just out over there next to the pan of bake beans. Ohh and Trina can you check on those green for me please. Thank you." I say and strive the pot of black eye peas. I put the spoon down and look at the clock. The third pan of mac and cheese should be done now. I look in the oven and take the pan out. I stick a knife in it. Yep it's done. I gon head and take the other two pans of corn beard out of the oven too.

"Damn it smells good in here." I turn around and see none others then Trey ugly ass. "Don't it. Mo in here throwing down. Hell I wish my ass could cook like this." Tina saids with a pout.

"I bet you do. To bad yo happy ass can't boil water." Trey saids and runs out the kitchen with Tina running behind him cussing him out but not before he could grab a price a corn bread I had cut.  Thieving monkey.

"For real though Mo you throwing down in here. Mac and cheese, Dressing, corn bread, potato salad, black eye peas, candy yams, collard greens, bake beans, pasta salad, neck bones, pig feet, fried okra. And that's not to mention the dessert you made. Red velvet cake, sweet potato pies, peach cobbler, caramel cake, banana pudding, girl it's just too much. Then we can't forget about the food Xavior got cooking on the grill. Girl where did you learn to cook like this?" Trina saids. I couldn't help the slight blush that came to my face.

"Well my grandma loved to cook and when I was younger I would help her. I guess you can say it stuck with me." I say as I turn the front eye off that the collards was on.

"Well she must of cooked for everyone in the damn neighborhood." I chuckle at her remark.

"She was raised in Alabama on a farm. She had 16 sibling not including her and her parents so yea you can say it was like feeding a whole neighborhood." I laugh. "But she always took other kids in and fed and raised them as her own. He had a big heart." I finish as I put the collards in the pan and cover it with foil.

"Well if she was like that then you are just like her then." Trina saids and walks out the door. You see this is why I don't talk about my granny. I get all sad and in my feelings. I miss that old lady tho. At least she lived a good 96 years of life. I know she's resting up in heaven waiting on me. Speaking of resting up in heaven I need to go to Candy's grave and put some more flowers on it. It's been a while since I've been out there. It's just hard you know. I really don't like funerals or going to visit people's graves who I was really close to. Like I can't even tell you how long it's been since I've been to my granny's grave. It's not that I don't care about her it's just that it hurts and every time I see the grave I'm just reminded that their gone and never coming back and it just makes me hurt more. I think about them every day though. Ugh I need to stop thinking bout this before I get myself too worked up.

I wash my hands after I put everything in the pans and get everything all fixed up. Some help these heffas was. They ain't do shit but watch me. Anyway I walk to the bathroom with my bag of change of clothes. What?! I know y'all didn't think I was gon be slaving over a hot stove with my good clothes on. Girl boo!