"Ma, why you so offended about the truth, huh?" You made me shoot that junk in between your toes, your neck and your scalp. You taught me how to do that. Instead of teaching me to comb my hair, or be a lady or dress pretty. You taught me the prerequisite of how to be a addict."
She raised her frail hand and attempted to smack me.
" Zee, you always throw up old shit but how about the times I did for you. Sold my pussy so you could have that blazer for that leadership camp? What about the times I take you to Esperanza shop and have to be humiliated so you get your hair did?Stupid of you to tell the half story."
I looked in the sky and shook my head. All these years she wants to go tit for tat. She won't face what fucked my life up.
"Ma, I need you to hear me and you refuse. No thirteen old should never have to shoot drugs into her mother's body. No child should have to help her daughter get high and go get crack for her. Only guilty people get offensive."
" What do you want, Zenobia? I'm suffering for it. I got the monster. You hate me and I don't know what the hell you want from me?"
"Ma, do you ever think I feel guilty about you having the virus. That I should have told you no and I am the cause of you being sick."
She wipe the corners of her eyes and rolled them. She shook her leg nervously and turned up her lips.
"Zee, you ain't give me this disease. Damn, what do you want from me?"
"I want from you two things love and a simple apology. Nothing more."
©2014 Tamyara Brown-Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.