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he’s told the truth,” she finally offered. “Maybe he hasn’t seen Dorothea in all these years.”
“Then how’d he get her number? How does he know anything about that…Lord, it ain’t worth losing my religion to call her what she is, God forgive me for the truthful name I used earlier. But I’m telling you, this has got me powerful upset! Reverend ain’t said a word, ain’t mouthed a peep about who’s in town for Thanksgiving.”
“Well, now, you just pray on it, Mama Max. Then maybe she’ll be long gone by Christmas time.”
12
Still My Princess
Today, I’m proud to call myself God’s Princess. I’ve always been a princess—that’s what my parents named me—but I didn’t always belong to God. I thought I did. I got baptized, went to church, sang in the choir, and attended revivals. I had the Lord in my head, but not in my heart. I found this out the hard way, during my first year at college, my first time away from home and away from the watchful eye of my parents. What happened during this year is what I’m about to share with you. I’m not going to lie, sharing my shortcomings is not an easy thing to do. But living with the guilt of being disobedient would be harder. And I believe God wants me to share my testimony to maybe help someone else. To maybe help you. He wants you to know the backstory so you’ll understand the love story…so that you’ll know why, in no uncertain terms, that Jesus Is My Boo.
Princess sat back against the wall in her old bedroom and read what she’d written, the prologue to her self-help memoir. She felt safe here, surrounded by childhood memories and familiar sights and sounds. Her parents hadn’t done much to her room since she’d left that first time three years ago, nor had they changed the family routine. Her mother was downstairs cooking up a Thanksgiving storm. Her brother, Michael, was in his room, the pounding bass of whatever he was listening to vibrating through the walls. And the twins, Timothy and Tabitha, or Tee as Princess and her friends called her, three years her junior, were deep into a Wii tennis match. No, things hadn’t changed much, and this was just the way Princess liked it. That’s why she’d waited until the Thanksgiving holiday to begin to write. She wanted to begin working on her book in the same way her journey into womanhood had begun—at home. And she’d wanted to begin it now for another reason—so she could share the first chapter with her mom, after she’d shared the secrets she’d told Mama Max. I’ll do that later…maybe tonight.
Princess looked at her table of contents. The first chapter was titled “The Journey Begins.” In her outline, Princess had decided to write about the excitement of the months leading up to her leaving home, beginning with the day she’d learned her application to UCLA had been accepted. Smiling, she began typing on her laptop, recording her memories from that happy time.
“Yo, Princess!” Michael opened her door without knocking, something else that was just like old times.
“How many times do I have to tell you to knock, fool?”
“At least one more time, evidently. If you don’t want to be bothered, then lock your door.”
“What do you want?”
“The telephone. It’s for you.” Michael threw the cordless on the bed and walked out of the room.
Princess hesitated on taking the call. More than likely it was Rafael, the boy she’d dated in high school and who was still a good friend. They’d reconnected after her breakup with Kelvin and had agreed to get together while both were home for the holidays.
I’ll make it quick. “Hello?”
A voice as smooth as liquid poured into her ear. “Hey, baby. How’s my princess?”
Kelvin! As if on cue, her heart began pounding in her chest. She’d forgotten that he had her parents’ number. Had she remembered, she would have made it clear to all concerned that for anybody answering to the name Kelvin Petersen, she was not
“Then how’d he get her number? How does he know anything about that…Lord, it ain’t worth losing my religion to call her what she is, God forgive me for the truthful name I used earlier. But I’m telling you, this has got me powerful upset! Reverend ain’t said a word, ain’t mouthed a peep about who’s in town for Thanksgiving.”
“Well, now, you just pray on it, Mama Max. Then maybe she’ll be long gone by Christmas time.”
12
Still My Princess
Today, I’m proud to call myself God’s Princess. I’ve always been a princess—that’s what my parents named me—but I didn’t always belong to God. I thought I did. I got baptized, went to church, sang in the choir, and attended revivals. I had the Lord in my head, but not in my heart. I found this out the hard way, during my first year at college, my first time away from home and away from the watchful eye of my parents. What happened during this year is what I’m about to share with you. I’m not going to lie, sharing my shortcomings is not an easy thing to do. But living with the guilt of being disobedient would be harder. And I believe God wants me to share my testimony to maybe help someone else. To maybe help you. He wants you to know the backstory so you’ll understand the love story…so that you’ll know why, in no uncertain terms, that Jesus Is My Boo.
Princess sat back against the wall in her old bedroom and read what she’d written, the prologue to her self-help memoir. She felt safe here, surrounded by childhood memories and familiar sights and sounds. Her parents hadn’t done much to her room since she’d left that first time three years ago, nor had they changed the family routine. Her mother was downstairs cooking up a Thanksgiving storm. Her brother, Michael, was in his room, the pounding bass of whatever he was listening to vibrating through the walls. And the twins, Timothy and Tabitha, or Tee as Princess and her friends called her, three years her junior, were deep into a Wii tennis match. No, things hadn’t changed much, and this was just the way Princess liked it. That’s why she’d waited until the Thanksgiving holiday to begin to write. She wanted to begin working on her book in the same way her journey into womanhood had begun—at home. And she’d wanted to begin it now for another reason—so she could share the first chapter with her mom, after she’d shared the secrets she’d told Mama Max. I’ll do that later…maybe tonight.
Princess looked at her table of contents. The first chapter was titled “The Journey Begins.” In her outline, Princess had decided to write about the excitement of the months leading up to her leaving home, beginning with the day she’d learned her application to UCLA had been accepted. Smiling, she began typing on her laptop, recording her memories from that happy time.
“Yo, Princess!” Michael opened her door without knocking, something else that was just like old times.
“How many times do I have to tell you to knock, fool?”
“At least one more time, evidently. If you don’t want to be bothered, then lock your door.”
“What do you want?”
“The telephone. It’s for you.” Michael threw the cordless on the bed and walked out of the room.
Princess hesitated on taking the call. More than likely it was Rafael, the boy she’d dated in high school and who was still a good friend. They’d reconnected after her breakup with Kelvin and had agreed to get together while both were home for the holidays.
I’ll make it quick. “Hello?”
A voice as smooth as liquid poured into her ear. “Hey, baby. How’s my princess?”
Kelvin! As if on cue, her heart began pounding in her chest. She’d forgotten that he had her parents’ number. Had she remembered, she would have made it clear to all concerned that for anybody answering to the name Kelvin Petersen, she was not
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