Free A Mother's Love by Miss Dee Page B

Then my man was next to me he knelt down and grabbed my head.
                  “D aw shit! Somebody call the fucking ambulance!” he was holding me but my life was flashing before my eyes.
                  All I wanted to do was hold my kids and kiss them tonight. I could feel Q’s tears hitting my face. I wanted to reach up to my man and tell him to stop crying that it was okay. He was breaking my heart because I knew this was the last time I was going to see him. I knew Quincy would take care of them. I knew Shane and Lo would take care of their children. Tesha my sister she would step up and be there for them. But my mind was still angry I wouldn’t be able to see my Daphne’s first kiss, her first child, her wedding day. I wouldn’t be able to tell my girls don’t let any man mistreat them, beat them, and never be too trusting. I couldn’t tell my boys how to treat a woman never beat on her, stay away from the drug game, and always remember to take care of your sisters.
                  I was fading away and I was bleeding profusely. I could hear Q screaming my name. I wanted to tell him it was alright I had lived. I had found my real love and he gave me joy. I wanted him to know I loved him. But all I kept thinking was why me? As soon as I got happy as soon as I started living life it had to be taken away. I wanted to feel peace but my mind was restless and I was angry. So with my last breath I said what I had been thinking, “This some bullshit.”
     
     
     
    Part Two: Denesha’s Kids
    Chapter Twelve
    My heartfelt heavy I could tell that something was wrong. As I sat in the park I could feel my body raising. I hated when this happened I would be content with where I was and my body would be sent flying across the earth. I couldn’t control it, every since I had been killed eight years ago my body just went wherever it had to be. It was messed up because the only place I wanted to be was with my kids and my man. But here I was floating through the air and landing somewhere else.
                  As I soared through the air it was fresh, and crisp. It was sunny as I landed in front of a house that was abandoned. There was no grass on the lawn and the windows were covered with wood. There was a smell of piss in the air. I could hear laughter coming from the house. I went to the door and walked through it.
                  I saw two young men sitting at a table covered with drugs. It was white so I figured it was cocaine.
    “Yeah nigga we about to come up now,” the light skinned guy said. He was about 5’6 and chubby.
    “Hell yeah that nigga Berto bout to start giving us so much weight we about to flood the city.”
    The other boy said. I could feel a familiarity with him. He was cute. He was brown skinned with dreads. He had a smile that would brighten up anyone’s day. He was muscular built and he had a diamond in his ear.
    “That’s right Mar come the end of the month we gone be twenty thousand dollars richer.”
    Wait… did he just say Mar. I stepped closer to the young boy with the dreadlocks. Oh my that was him. That was my little Shamar. Oh how he had grown and he was handsome. And was that a tattoo. It was my name with a broken heart. Aw I had broken my baby’s heart. I started tearing up. As I sat there and looked at my baby boy my heart broke. He was selling drugs, where the hell was Shane ass at he was suppose to be raising this boy and raising him right.
                  As I got lost in my thoughts I felt my body start to float again. It floated into a house where a girl was looking in the mirror at herself. She was listening to some Lil Wayne as she did her makeup. She was real pretty. She was high yellow with big pretty Angelina Jolie lips. Her hair was done in some micro braids. She had some eyelashes that I had to admit were fly. The girl dropped the towel and bobbed her head to the music. She started putting on lotion