she was grown enough to know not to depend on somebody else to make you happy.
Minka poured a glass of red wine and headed back to her bed. She was so livid that Ashley went back to Juelz, like a dummy, because she didn’t want to be alone. What was the point of being with a man who would leave when the going got tough? Andon top of that, a man who was rumored to be a dust head and snitch?
Minka ’s cousin, Anthony, told her all about it on her way to Ashley’s house a couple weeks ago in exchange for five dollars. Minka was mentally drained from dealing with everyone and their bullshit. She was engaged and she was supposed to feel on top of the world, not the lowest of the lowest.
Minka heard a knock on the door. She grabbed her robe and walked to the door with her glass still in her hand. She looked through the peep hole and was surprised to see Morocco looking around like she was in the hood instead of a condominium in midtown Manhattan with around the clock security; she would forever be too good for anything.
What the fuck does she want? Minka questioned then opened the door to her mother and sister, Milan.
“ To what do I owe this unsolicited visit?” Minka smirked with her robe open exposing her perfectly proportioned body with a black lace bra and panty set on. She closed it and let them in.
“Are you entertaining?” Morocco asked, examining Minka’s attire.
“Yeah , myself. Now what do you want?” Minka closed the door and joined them in the living room
“Well , speak up, Milan.” Morocco raised her voice. Milan stood silent and didn’t even respond to her mother. She took her phone out and started tweeting and texting like the two weren’t in the room.
“Is somebody gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Minka sighed annoyed with the whole charade.
“Milan is pregnant! It’s not acceptable and she cannot stay in my house with a baby! The most absurd thing is she wants to keep it and raise it alone. She’s eighteen and I get that she’s grown but I won’t support her while she’s in this situation.” Morocco paced the floor; being the drama queen she was raised to be.
“ You got to be fucking kidding me? Is this a damn joke? Because I am not Edna and you are not Giselle…What do you want me to do? Like mother like daughter. Why do I feel like I’m having Deja Vu?” Minka sarcastically laughed.
“What do you mean like mother like daughter?” Milan finally butted into the conversation.
“Shut up, Minka,” Morocco threatened which didn’t faze Minka at all. This woman ran scared away from her responsibility years ago so it wasn’t nothing she could do that was scarier than that.
“Milan, I’m your half-sister. Miss Hot Pants here got herself in the same situation you are in years ago. Guess what Giselle did? Shipped her off to Great Gram’s house. When I was born she left me for Great-Grams to raise me in the ghetto she always talks about, while she was being a jetsetter around the globe and then got married and had the perfect life, oh, so I thought. I thought it was just me that you didn’t like but it has nothing to do with me. You have this amazing life and you’re still unhappy.”
Milan’s mouth dropped. She always wondered why Minka was never around or her grandparents didn’t have pictures of her and never spoke about her. Morocco never mentioned her at all and went on like she didn’t have a sister or daughter or whatever she wanted to believe she was. Milan had never met her great grandparents.
“Now what do I have to do with this circus you ’re wrangling? Why did you come to the one person you didn’t want?” Minka demanded with tears threating to fall. The one thing that bothered her was not having her mother’s love. Her great-grand parents loved her to death and as their own but it was something about never having Morocco’s love and compassion that made her so
Minka poured a glass of red wine and headed back to her bed. She was so livid that Ashley went back to Juelz, like a dummy, because she didn’t want to be alone. What was the point of being with a man who would leave when the going got tough? Andon top of that, a man who was rumored to be a dust head and snitch?
Minka ’s cousin, Anthony, told her all about it on her way to Ashley’s house a couple weeks ago in exchange for five dollars. Minka was mentally drained from dealing with everyone and their bullshit. She was engaged and she was supposed to feel on top of the world, not the lowest of the lowest.
Minka heard a knock on the door. She grabbed her robe and walked to the door with her glass still in her hand. She looked through the peep hole and was surprised to see Morocco looking around like she was in the hood instead of a condominium in midtown Manhattan with around the clock security; she would forever be too good for anything.
What the fuck does she want? Minka questioned then opened the door to her mother and sister, Milan.
“ To what do I owe this unsolicited visit?” Minka smirked with her robe open exposing her perfectly proportioned body with a black lace bra and panty set on. She closed it and let them in.
“Are you entertaining?” Morocco asked, examining Minka’s attire.
“Yeah , myself. Now what do you want?” Minka closed the door and joined them in the living room
“Well , speak up, Milan.” Morocco raised her voice. Milan stood silent and didn’t even respond to her mother. She took her phone out and started tweeting and texting like the two weren’t in the room.
“Is somebody gonna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Minka sighed annoyed with the whole charade.
“Milan is pregnant! It’s not acceptable and she cannot stay in my house with a baby! The most absurd thing is she wants to keep it and raise it alone. She’s eighteen and I get that she’s grown but I won’t support her while she’s in this situation.” Morocco paced the floor; being the drama queen she was raised to be.
“ You got to be fucking kidding me? Is this a damn joke? Because I am not Edna and you are not Giselle…What do you want me to do? Like mother like daughter. Why do I feel like I’m having Deja Vu?” Minka sarcastically laughed.
“What do you mean like mother like daughter?” Milan finally butted into the conversation.
“Shut up, Minka,” Morocco threatened which didn’t faze Minka at all. This woman ran scared away from her responsibility years ago so it wasn’t nothing she could do that was scarier than that.
“Milan, I’m your half-sister. Miss Hot Pants here got herself in the same situation you are in years ago. Guess what Giselle did? Shipped her off to Great Gram’s house. When I was born she left me for Great-Grams to raise me in the ghetto she always talks about, while she was being a jetsetter around the globe and then got married and had the perfect life, oh, so I thought. I thought it was just me that you didn’t like but it has nothing to do with me. You have this amazing life and you’re still unhappy.”
Milan’s mouth dropped. She always wondered why Minka was never around or her grandparents didn’t have pictures of her and never spoke about her. Morocco never mentioned her at all and went on like she didn’t have a sister or daughter or whatever she wanted to believe she was. Milan had never met her great grandparents.
“Now what do I have to do with this circus you ’re wrangling? Why did you come to the one person you didn’t want?” Minka demanded with tears threating to fall. The one thing that bothered her was not having her mother’s love. Her great-grand parents loved her to death and as their own but it was something about never having Morocco’s love and compassion that made her so
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