Chapter MORGAN
MORGAN
Since Kareem left, I hadn’t bothered to call him. I knew he hated me, and I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. There was a knock on my door, but I didn’t bother to move from my couch. “Come in!” I called out.
When the door opened, I peeked over the couch to see my mother coming in with a gift. “I know you’re not feeling up to it, but you have a Christmas present,” she said.
I slowly lifted from the couch and dragged my feet toward her, grabbing the box out of her hand. I slowly ripped a small piece of the wrapping paper, then stopped. “Ma, can I open it later?” I asked.
“Morgan, get yourself together. I’ve never seen you this down before. Sweetie, it will be alright,” she said.
I knew my mother was trying, but my heart was broken.
I had finally found someone who genuinely made me happy, and as quickly as I got him, he was gone.
I knew I couldn’t be in a slump forever, so I tried my best to shift my thoughts.
I began opening the box when I noticed something leaking from it.
I held it out as I looked at my mother, who held a funny grin on her face.
“Is this one of those prank gifts. What is this?” I said as I lifted the box and carried it to my island.
Once I placed it down, I touched my sticky hand. “Is this syrup?” I mumbled.
When I realized it was syrup, I hurried and ripped the damn box open. When I saw the breakfast food in there, I cried and laughed at the same time. Then I noticed something else. I stuck my hands in the eggs to find a pretty dainty bracelet with 'Rich Girl' on it.
Before I could turn around to ask my mom where she got this from, I heard him rapping.
Being in love again is crazy scoot!
Bacon, sausage, eggs, cheese, and orange juice.
I remember when I didn’t have the cheese to order for you.
Now everybody knows my fee is a quarter or two.
I know she’s always had it, but now I’m gettin’ all this cabbage.
I used to ride a Porsche, but it stopped working like it’s the sabbath.
I’m sure baby has had it with these guys, that’s always lackin’.
But I ain’t playing games.
I’m staying focused, baby girl.
I’m here for practice
I turned toward him, cheesing hard as hell. “Kareem!” I squealed as I rushed and hugged him.
I hugged him so tightly I didn’t want to let go, “I missed you, Rich Girl. A nigga did,” he said on the side of my face.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I wept.
“It’s not your fault. I don’t want to even think about that right now. I promised you Christmas with your family, so let’s do it,” he told me.
I pulled away and wiped my tears. Kareem took the bracelet from my hand and put it on my wrist. When we turned to look, my mother stood there with tears in her eyes.
“It looks like Princess Shira has been saved. Come on, y’all, let’s have a real Christmas Breakfast,” she said as she walked out first with Kareem behind her.
“We eat pork over here, so I hope you do too,” I heard her still talking as they disappeared around the house.
If I had to place this Christmas on my list, this would be the best one yet.