worried sick. I know you know I been calling because you got caller ID. Did you get the message I left for you last week? And donât lie to me, either.â
âYes, Ma. I told you, Iâve been working.â Kayla sighed. âAre you coming home this weekend?â her mother asked.
âNo, Ma. You know my car has been acting up.â That was the truth. Her car had been acting crazy over the past couple of weeks.
âI can send Anjelica to pick you up Friday night,â her mother offered.
âNo! Do not do that. You know I donât want her doing nothing for me, Mama,â Kayla told her mother.
âKayla, that is your sister. Now I donât know what has happened to cause you two to become so distant, but that fact will never change and donât you forget it. You understand?â
âYes, maâam.â Kayla felt as if she was a little girl again the way her mother scolded her. She could not stop the tears from falling down her cheek.
âKayla, what is wrong with you? Why are you crying, Baby? I know your feelings donât get hurt that easily.â
âI quit my job, Mama.â Kayla told her mother about the desk incident that had happened in her classroom.
âYouâll find something else, baby. What the Devil means for bad, God always means for good. That is with every one of your situations . Thereâs no point in crying about it. You know what you have to do. Get yourself together and get another job,â her mother told her. âJust know that you have our love and support.â
When her mother said that, Kayla began to cry even harder.
âKayla. Something else is going on. Tell me.â She could hear the worry in her motherâs voice and decided that telling her would be the right thing to do.
âMama, Iâm pregnant,â she said in barely a whisper.
âOh, Kayla.â Her mother sighed.
âMama, I am so sorry. I didnât mean for it to happen, I mean, I swear, I . . .â Kayla could not go on. She was sobbing. She knew that her mother was devastated by this news. She had raised Kayla to be a respectable young woman and now look what had happened.
âHow far along are you?â her mother asked her.
âThree months. Iâm due Thanksgiving Day.â Kayla sniffed.
âSo, you are having it?â
âYes.â
âGood, and the father? What does he have to say about this?â Her mother questioned. What little relief Kayla had begun to feel now left her. She began to whimper again.
âThatâs what makes it even worse, Mama. I had a one-night stand and we really donât even have a relationship. I am so sorry.â
âStop apologizing, Kayla. You are a grown woman, not some fifteen-year-old high school student. Granted, I am sorry that this happened under the circumstances, but youâll be okay.â
âI just wanted you to be proud of me.â
âYour father and I are proud of you, Kayla. Let me let you talk to him.â
âMama, no. Please, not now. I canât tell him now.â
âKayla, heâs gonna find out sooner or later.â
âI know. But I just need a little more time.â
âSuit yourself. But please donât dwell on us being mad or thinking that you are a failure because of this. We love you Kayla, no matter what.
Do you need anything? You have enough money?â
âYes, Mama.â Kayla laughed a little.
âHowâre you feeling?â
âBetter. I was really sick, but now Iâm over it, I guess.â
âI got a beautiful Motherâs Day bouquet from Geno. Have you talked to him lately?â
Kayla could not believe he sent her mother flowers. âI saw him a few weeks ago,â Kayla told her. âI still love him, Mama.â
âYou always will, baby. I wish I could tell you that your feelings for him will stop, but I canât lie to you. I just donât understand what