will usually get a divorce within three years of marriage. I don’t see us getting married.
“So who sent the diva flowers this time” I asked plopping on the couch next to daddy,
“Funny, Riyah! It doesn't say. It just says, “From you know who”. Mama replied looking at the card.
“Hmm, wonder if it’s her suga daddy. He has been spending lots of money on her lately?” I said laughing.
“Suga Daddy?” Daddy asked with his mean look.
“Yup Daddy, let's face it. Your daughter is a H-O-E, a paid one at that!” I joked.
“MARIAH!!!!!!” Mama and Daddy both yelled.
“What I'm sorry for telling the truth, but don't act like you guys don't know that.”
Just as Mama warned me about my mouth and told me to set the table, the “Diva” came waltzing in as if she was a queen or something.
“Tootles people” She sang as she sat at the dinner table. “Did you miss me?”
“Um lemmie think...NOPE!” I said.
“I know you better go wash up for dinner before you touch my table” Mama warned.
“Yes ma'am” Kita said with a smart tone.
“Oh and you have flowers over there.” Mama pointed.
“I do?” She squealed as she went to read the card and smell the flowers.
There was something about the way she looked at the card and then out the window that made my stomach crawl. She was so secretive that we never knew her next move. Mama always asked her why she needed to keep everything a secret. Kita would reply... “Mama, what you don't know won't hurt you!” Now that left a lot to the imagination.
As we ate dinner together, which we did every night during the week, we talked about our day. Of course “Ms. Kita” had to make the dinner conversation all about her.
“Well, my day was just AWESOME!!!” Markita said, “If anybody cares”
“No, sorry...we really don't” I snapped!
“And that's so understandable, because I know that you want to be like your big sister, but unfortunately you don't have what it takes, so you act like a brat. I get it!” She replied with a smirk.
“Oh, please girl, nobody in they right mind wanna be like you. What you got...huh? You don't work, or go to school, your grown and live with your parents who still take care of you, you think you are GOD'S gift to the world, but you have no friends because nobody can stand you except the high horse that you roll around on, oh and let's not forget your tendencies...”
“My tendencies?”
“Yea that’s right, your tendencies”
“And what might that be, miss know it all”
“Oh don't sit here and act like you don't know...you know what, I made a mistake...you do work...being a HOE is the best job for you!”
“OK that’s enough you two, stop it now!” Daddy yelled
“Apologize to each other” Momma warned
“Mama, I love and respect you and daddy but I cannot apologize to this trash, so please just punish me or something” I replied
“Ugh, disgusted!” Kita said shaking her head
“Wow, that’s what the mirror says every time you’re in its presence”
“Mariyah Teri Ann Jacobs” Mama yelled
I knew when mama raised her voice and said the whole name of one of her children, she meant business. I was walking on thin ice, but I didn't care. That girl just made me so sick, and brought the worst out of me whenever she was around.
“I’m sorry mama, may I be excused. I lost my appetite” I said
“Go ahead” Daddy answered.
Just like that, our family dinner was over. Later on that night, I went downstairs to load the dishwasher, because I felt bad for ruining my parents and little brother's dinner. I figured the least I could do was clean up the kitchen since Mama cooked, Daddy worked hard at work, Marcus worked hard on his homework and karate, and Kita…well we all know what she worked hard on.
“What are you doing?” asked mama as she walked in the kitchen interrupting my thoughts.
“I figured I would wash the dishes. It’s the
“So who sent the diva flowers this time” I asked plopping on the couch next to daddy,
“Funny, Riyah! It doesn't say. It just says, “From you know who”. Mama replied looking at the card.
“Hmm, wonder if it’s her suga daddy. He has been spending lots of money on her lately?” I said laughing.
“Suga Daddy?” Daddy asked with his mean look.
“Yup Daddy, let's face it. Your daughter is a H-O-E, a paid one at that!” I joked.
“MARIAH!!!!!!” Mama and Daddy both yelled.
“What I'm sorry for telling the truth, but don't act like you guys don't know that.”
Just as Mama warned me about my mouth and told me to set the table, the “Diva” came waltzing in as if she was a queen or something.
“Tootles people” She sang as she sat at the dinner table. “Did you miss me?”
“Um lemmie think...NOPE!” I said.
“I know you better go wash up for dinner before you touch my table” Mama warned.
“Yes ma'am” Kita said with a smart tone.
“Oh and you have flowers over there.” Mama pointed.
“I do?” She squealed as she went to read the card and smell the flowers.
There was something about the way she looked at the card and then out the window that made my stomach crawl. She was so secretive that we never knew her next move. Mama always asked her why she needed to keep everything a secret. Kita would reply... “Mama, what you don't know won't hurt you!” Now that left a lot to the imagination.
As we ate dinner together, which we did every night during the week, we talked about our day. Of course “Ms. Kita” had to make the dinner conversation all about her.
“Well, my day was just AWESOME!!!” Markita said, “If anybody cares”
“No, sorry...we really don't” I snapped!
“And that's so understandable, because I know that you want to be like your big sister, but unfortunately you don't have what it takes, so you act like a brat. I get it!” She replied with a smirk.
“Oh, please girl, nobody in they right mind wanna be like you. What you got...huh? You don't work, or go to school, your grown and live with your parents who still take care of you, you think you are GOD'S gift to the world, but you have no friends because nobody can stand you except the high horse that you roll around on, oh and let's not forget your tendencies...”
“My tendencies?”
“Yea that’s right, your tendencies”
“And what might that be, miss know it all”
“Oh don't sit here and act like you don't know...you know what, I made a mistake...you do work...being a HOE is the best job for you!”
“OK that’s enough you two, stop it now!” Daddy yelled
“Apologize to each other” Momma warned
“Mama, I love and respect you and daddy but I cannot apologize to this trash, so please just punish me or something” I replied
“Ugh, disgusted!” Kita said shaking her head
“Wow, that’s what the mirror says every time you’re in its presence”
“Mariyah Teri Ann Jacobs” Mama yelled
I knew when mama raised her voice and said the whole name of one of her children, she meant business. I was walking on thin ice, but I didn't care. That girl just made me so sick, and brought the worst out of me whenever she was around.
“I’m sorry mama, may I be excused. I lost my appetite” I said
“Go ahead” Daddy answered.
Just like that, our family dinner was over. Later on that night, I went downstairs to load the dishwasher, because I felt bad for ruining my parents and little brother's dinner. I figured the least I could do was clean up the kitchen since Mama cooked, Daddy worked hard at work, Marcus worked hard on his homework and karate, and Kita…well we all know what she worked hard on.
“What are you doing?” asked mama as she walked in the kitchen interrupting my thoughts.
“I figured I would wash the dishes. It’s the
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