“Well how come you ain’t never write back!” I read it over and over again while I was up state.”Īmiah leaned forward in her seat. “So you read that letter I sent to you then.” He touched his upper lip with his hand and stared at the dashboard.Īmiah’s lips tightened and she glared at him. “Ain’t that messed up?” She said while still looking out the window. His hands became sweaty, and he loosened his grip on the steering wheel.
She folded her arms and held them against her chest. “You know she doesn’t even know who you are.” Amiah said. She removed a rubber band from her wrist and tightened it around her long braids, as she pulled them into a bun. Hands gripped to the steering wheel, although parked. She then returned to Zaid and silently followed him to the car. Miss Lottie kissed the baby’s face before taking her inside. Give me the baby.” Miss Lottie called.Īmiah took the baby up the stairs to her grandmother. “You ain’t worth me being late for work.” Amiah picked herself up and brushed the dirt off her daughter. “What the hell we got to talk about!” Her face filled with anger Zaid had never seen in it before. It will be okay.” Amiah said to her daughter.Īmiah snapped her head back towards him. Zaid put his hands under Amiah’s arms and attempted to pull her up. Don’t cry.” Amiah placed her hand on the baby’s face. Zaid grabbed her arm and jerked her back. “Just go!” She pushed past him and marched away from her home. Two wet streaks fell from her eyes to her chin. Her large brown eyes stared at him curiously. Her cheeks slightly sunken, her complexion grayer. Her large brown eyes were smaller than he remembered. She tried to push him out of her way but he gripped her forearms with his hands. The woman picked up the child and descended the stairs with fury.
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The skin of her forehead wrinkled, each layer a year he was not there. The woman looked up and saw him standing below her. His hands buried deep in his coat pockets. Zaid stepped out and stood in front of his car. The baby laughed as her mother fixed her baby pink mittens on her tiny hands. Her little brown face framed by her bubble hood. Her hair, in brown micro braids, fell into her face as she bent down. Pink sweat suit and baby blue bubble coat. He watched her from his car window as she stood on the porch. You must not circulate this book in any format. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher and copyright holder.