New York City's Finest: A Street Lit Novella (Volume 1) by Empress Simone

Author:Empress Simone
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781522702887
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2015-12-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5- Survive By Any Means Necessary!

Little Tajae Amir Thompson was three years old. She had her father’s smooth coco chocolate complexion, but my long bushy hair. Sometimes it frizzed up in the heat or waved up when it was wet. She was the apple of my father’s eye. Even her Aunty Miracle loved her although our relationship as sisters never healed itself. We were cordial to each other as best as we could be. After losing our mother and cousin Sinny, my dad didn’t want to remain separate from Miracle. He informed me of his plans to move us back home. I didn’t make too much of a fuss because at least I would be home, back on my own turf. Also because Miracle, try as she might, couldn’t really beat me so I wasn’t really worried about her starting any fights.

My father also made us attend counseling. While I didn’t agree with everything that was stated in the counseling sessions, I didn’t put up too much of a fuss either. I was just biding my time until I could move out of the house with my child and be on my own. In the meantime, I went to school, home, and any and all doctor appointments that I had. ACS mandated that even though our case was closing I was to stay in psychiatric treatment. As a result, my father made it a family thing.

Miracle was still a little shaky around me, but my father separated us from sleeping in the same bedroom. Miracle now slept in the half a bedroom that was once a guest room and then my dad’s office. I was happy because I could keep the larger room and decorate it as a bedroom/nursery for myself and Tajae. I chose to paint our bedroom two tone colors consisting of peach with burgundy. I placed daffy Duck, Minnie Mouse and Road Runner posters throughout the room. My father bought Tajae a sturdy cherry oak crib that turned into a bed once she got older.

He was such a help with her. I was so young and I guess my body wasn’t ready for the changes that pregnancy could bring on. Due to this factor, I suffered from severe post-partum depression. I wouldn’t hold little Tajae for too long. There were times I could hear her crying but sit still as a rock and wouldn’t go to pick her up. She would laugh and do the cutest faces and I would sit stone face not even interacting with her. One day my father noticed this and screamed at me quite harshly.

“Damn it Maisha, what the hell is wrong with you? Pick up your child.”

To his demand, I would simply stare further off into space. He would suck his teeth and pick her up. Tajae’s response was to coo and blow spit bubbles. I think she bonded with her grandfather more than anybody did. When he had his second near death heart attack, it was Tajae who felt it the worst because she no longer had anyone catering to her every need.

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