Truce of the Matter

by Charity Shane'

As long as there is air in my lungs, I will give her whatever she wants. It’s the least I can do.

It’s giving secret daughter

“I’m so sorry. Your mother and I were wrong. Dead wrong.”

Idk where lying to your “child” their entire like would sound anything like right. The pastor too??

This time her smile drops and turns into a scowl. “Wow! It’s a damn drink,” she says, voice lower and less friendly. Her hand raises and her pointer finger shoots up. This chick is mad. While waving her finger, she snaps, “On second thought, you aren’t as handsome as I thought.” Dax chuckles while I shake my head. That pisses her off more and her finger drops then she snatches the glasses, spilling some of the Henn. “Fuck both of you,” she yells before storming off.

She’s real mad

“How could she do that? Leave her own baby,” she says. As she shakes her head, her tears return, pouring out.

Ummmm…

Not only did the reverend and the first lady agree with my mom about me not keeping Daija, they went a step further and forbade Tre from acknowledging me when I returned from Florida. I was a condemned sinner while their son was exonerated for our so-called transgression. They were hypocrites and I refused to worship with them in their church.

My thoughts exactly