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Jahquel J.
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April 16 - April 17, 2025
My own mother wasn’t the best role model, either. She dropped us off constantly with my grandmother, or we spent school nights at my aunt’s house all the time. Me and my sister never had a stable place to stay growing up. We were always being evicted out of some apartment we had only been in for a few months. Even when I would run to hug or love on my mother, she would always push me away. I can’t recall one time when my mother kissed or told me that she loved me. Her famous words were, “I’m not about to put my life on hold for you girls.” The maternal gene must have skipped us both and went
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He scooted over toward me and pulled me into his arms. His arms swallowed me up as I got comfortable in them. I felt him kiss the top of my head. “You can rest now.” Those four words meant so much to me as my eyes became heavy, and I drifted off to sleep with Cappadonna’s arms wrapped around me and my belly. Was this what safety truly felt like?
Imagine your older brother calling you from prison to complain about another nigga, younger than him, herbing him. He would say that he would toss his food onto the floor, slam his head into the cell and snatch his commissary. The nigga even told me that he snatched the phone from him and spent the next ten minutes talking to our mother using all his phone time. I called Zayne soft and told his ass that he needed to fucking tighten up. As I sat in front of this big nigga, I realized that my brother wasn’t bullshitting when he said that he was everything that he said and more. I was looking
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If he thought he was going to take Alaia from me, he was dead wrong. Bitches came a dime a dozen, but the fact that he wanted her meant that I needed her, and I wasn’t willing to let go of her. That bitch had to be paid back for the way he embarrassed me. I wasn’t letting this shit go.
What was this supposed to be? Some moment where we connected, cried and ate pasta to celebrate our new formed relationship as mother and son?” Why were my feelings so hurt at the way he sarcastically replied, even laughing in the process. I did think we could come together and try to connect with each other since I was being honest with him.
“We had to remove her uterus. She won’t be able to naturally have any children in the future. It was our last option, and the one that saved her life. I’ve been through this a few times with patients and I always advise to wait to tell them. Let them recover, and then let them know.”
“When they told me you were having complications, I ain’t never been that scared in my life. My only thought was to pray for you and make sure that little girl would always be taken care of. The only way I can assure her of that is for her to have my last name.” “A…are you sure? That means you would be respon—” “I would be her father,”
“I want to name her Promise.” He looked at me to see how I felt about it. “Because I promise to love that little girl with everything inside of me. I promise to never let her or her mother down, and I promise that nobody will ever hurt either of you even after the breath has left my body.” Why he decided to tell me this now knowing that I was still hormonal was beyond me. I broke down loudly sobbing as he pulled me into his arms. “I love that name.” He kissed my ear. “Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again, Joy.”