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Kamiya

I walked through the streets looking at all the loving couples and happy families. Seeing what a family is supposed to be like is different than mine. My mother is probably somewhere doing something for money for me and my little sister. My father is a man I've never known. I always brought it up to my mom but she always says she doesn't know and it's best if I don't.

I get knocked out of my thoughts by someone almost knocking my shoulder off. I look up and see Richlyn Parker and her group of hoes.

"Girl take yo stank ass somewhere. Got my whole shoulder smelling like must and dirt." She said and her friends laughed.

I quickly walk down the streets making sure to not bump into anyone. When I reach my apartment complex I slow down. Looking around I see crackheads and prostitutes.

I walk to my apartment and see my mom on the couch looking stressed out and tired. I see that her eye is swollen again and shake my head.

"Ma you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah baby. I'm fine a customer just got a little rough. I got $500 today so we won't get kicked out this month." She said.

"I'll find something to cook." I said walking into the kitchen.

I open the freezer and see we only have a pack of chicken left. I take that out and throw it in the sink to thaw out.

"JAMILA!" I yelled for my sister.

I hear her coming from our room. She come into the kitchen with a smile on her face.

"Hey Kamiya, what you cooking?" She asked.

"I'm going to fry this chicken but I need you to go next door and asked Mrs. Taylor for some grease." I said.

"Alright." She said.

With me being 18 and her being 16 and my mom to be doing what she's doing we are good children. We aren't wild and crazy like other kids. They always blame the way they were raise as to why the act the way they do. I've learned what not to do from my mom, not what to do.

"Here you go. She said we could have the whole thing because she got her stamps today." She said.

"What's today?" I asked her.

"Tuesday." She said.

"No like the date." I said.

"The 7th." She said.

"Mama got her stamps today." I said.

I dropped the frozen chicken and went into the living room where my mom was asleep. I went back into the kitchen and put some ice cubes on a dry rag. I went and sat it on her face and she held it.

"It's the 7th so we're going to get some food." I said.

She just nodded and went back to sleep.

Jamila put on her shoes and we walked out the door. My little sister is literally the only thing close to a friend that I have. She always been there for me and I've always been there for her.

We walked up the road to a food lion and went in. I grabbed a buggy and she grabbed a small one. My mom got $678 a month so we tried to get as much as we could. I got the important food while Jamila got the snacks.

We went up to the check out line and cashed out. Since we go there every month and the manager knows us, she lets us take the buggies home but we bring them back every time.

While we were pushing the carts home a nice black BMW sped by and another BMW was right behind it. I turn my head and admire the cars.

"We gone be like that some day." Jamila said.

"Yeah, someday." I said and began pushing the carts again.

Cameron

I look in my rear view mirror as Mario was about to catch up with me. I swerved into a parking lot and parked the car. He pulled up beside me and rolled his window down. I rolled mine down and laughed at his face.

"Nigga fuck you. You cheated." He said.

"Bitch you just can't drive." I said back.

"Sierra calling me anyway. I'm out." He said speeding off.

I pull out of the parking lot and drive back in the direction we came from. While driving I look over and see 2 girls pushing carts full with groceries. The one in the front is thick all below the waist. I don't fuck with broke bitches so I speed off.

When I pull up to my grandma house I immediately smell the food. When I walk in I see my grandma walking to the kitchen. I follow her and sit at a stool near the counter. When she turn to me she jump and laugh.

"Boy you can't be scaring me like that." She said patting my arm.

"I though you heard me." I said.

"You know I can't hear well anymore." She said.

"You ain't that old." I said.

"Yeah you're right. 35 isn't old at all." She said sarcastically.

"Yeah okay grandma." I said.

"Your father called me." She said.

"What he say?" I asked.

"He asked about your mom." She said.

"Why? She did him dirty, he shouldn't even be thinking about her." I said.

"He still loves her." She said.

"He shouldn't." I said.

"Well he does and it's nothing you can do about it. Most children would want their parents together." She said.

"I'm not a child ma. I'm 20 years old, Ima grown man." I said.

"But you're still my grand baby." She said.

"If you say so. I gotta go but I'll be back later." I said.

"Okay baby I'll see you tomorrow." She said.

I left out the kitchen and then the door. I got into my car and drove home.

Kamiya

As we put the groceries away my mom came into the kitchen and tried to help us.

"Ma we got this. Go and rest okay?" I said.

"Okay." She said.

She left the kitchen and I began cooking. I cook fried chicken, sweet peas, yellow rice and biscuits. When everything is done I fix everyone a plate and we go into the living room with our food and drinks.

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