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“Well, I thought you were my daddy’s side piece until he told me the truth.”
“What’s the truth?” my mother asks.
“I was in a fake engagement with my best friend because of my parents,” Zari confesses.
My mom raises her eyebrows. “Well, we would’ve understood. We’ve missed so much.”
“It’s been a lot. I didn’t want to stress you out,” Zari says.
“Well, my hair done already fell out. You could’ve been met me,” my mom jokes.
“Yes, ma’am. Well, I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere,” Zari says.
“Damn right you ain’t.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Zari says.
We all laugh at my mom. Music plays in the background as we all sit down in the tent.
My mom’s immune system is still healing, so she’s in this tent with limited visitors to protect her. But, I’m happy as hell to see her out and not confined to a damn hospital bed no more.
“So, how’s work going?” my mom asks.
“Good and busy. I’m about to hire Synah to help us. We’re branching off into getting our medical marijuana license so we can sell in Virginia, now. We got it for D.C.”
“Shit, it helped me,” my mom giggles. “But, don’t tell my pastor.”
We all laugh at my mother.
The transition from the streets to a legit business was hard at first. I decided to set my shit up in DC first.
We got a little condo there so we wouldn’t be too far. I spent the first month just resting, which Zari forced me to do. I didn’t want to, but she took good care of me. Cooking for me, fucking me, sucking me, and just listening to me.
We had already been through a lot and when I found out she was pregnant, I knew I had to figure something out.
She knew some people and got my applications fast-tracked. The legal drug business is lucrative, too. Cause I know how to hustle.
We’ve been hosting spoken word at our spot too, and they can smoke. Of course, Zari stays at home since she can’t smoke. But she uses those computer skills to get the word out. We’re a force together.
One thing is for sure.
You can take me out the streets, but you’ll never take the streets out of me.
The End
