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September 01, 2005
Loan
I asked my mother for some money, times are tough, she was pleased and surprised. I had never asked for her car keys when I was a teen.
and even when she had left, or when she had kept her breasts away from my mouth, I had never asked. I had never learned how to.
She met me, outside Lord &Taylor, Kissed me, and asked me to get in. I din't want to, I was there to pick up a check, around $500.00 dollars, enough to by Milk, bread, smokes and gasoline, maybe for a week. She was pleased I was there, my head down, distrought, unhappy, polite, with my smart remaks left way out. She was gracious, she showed me the leash, I accepted. My neck is too big but somehow I made it fit. I don't recieve kindness well. One of my many shortcomings. She asked why I needed the money, I siad it was the kindness I was looking for. I noticed how old she is getting, with traces of dyes in her one time silky black hair. Her skin, still beautiful but sagging around her eyes.I rememberd One of the reason I adore Kiana is that she looks like my mother, at least the one I always remember.
I guess if I had to ask any one, my mother would have the most right to see me humbled, and down. LIFE IS GOOD
Posted by Idinraha at September 1, 2005 02:30 PM