Family Matters

“Mommy, Mommy wake up!” my 3 year old son said as he shook me awake.

“Ok, ok I’m up D’Angelo,” I said smiling as I rub my eyes and looked at my son’s beautiful hazel eyes. He had curly hair just like his father who was not around anymore. We got the name D’Angelo because when he was born he had the face only an angel could have.

“Mommy, you know what today is, wight,” he asked and he pulled on my arm.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said scratching the top of my head.

“Yes you do,” he said smiling, “it’s my birfday.”

“Of course I know what today is,” I said tickling him, “my baby is turnin four years old.”

“Stop mommy,” he said laughing.

Then he ran away from me to my parents’ room who have not given up on me like D’Andre did as soon as our baby turned 2 years old. Oh I haven’t really introduced myself. My name is Melliah Monique Tucker, and my little man is D’Angelo Marquis Tucker. I am twenty years old, and no I don’t live with my parents we are just visiting for Angel’s birthday. “Grandmamma, mommy is chasin me and twyin to tickle me tell her to stop,” I heard D’Angelo say.

Then I ran into their room laughing. “Where’d he go,” I said acting like I was lookin around.

I heard him laugh, “I don’t know but you betta find him,” my mom said winking at me.

“Hmmm well I guess he’ll jus miss out on him party,” I said as I turned and started to walk out of the room.

“Noooo mommy, here I am,” D’Angelo said running up to me and hugging my leg.

I started to laugh as we walked back to our room. “What do you wanna were today, Angel?” I said as we walked over to our suitcase.

“How bout dis,” he said as he took out a white, red, and black stripped polo, some Ecko® jeans and his white, black, and red Jordan’s. My baby got style, I thought to myself.

Yes I forgot to mention that my parents spoil us. They are LOADED!! They make sure my baby is always fed. He may be a skinny little boy but he sure can eat. Everyone says he has the cutest face in the world. His small nose shapes his face well, just as his little chubby cheeks do. “Mommy I wanna dress myself, Ima big boy now,” he said smiling a toothy smile at me.

“Ok baby,” I said as I raised my hands and sat Indian style on the bed and watched him.

I was shocked he managed to put everything on all by himself. You know he is a very smart little boy I must say. He knows his ABC backwards and forwards, and he can count. Ma baby is very smart. “Mommy is daddy comin to my party?” he said crawling into my lap.

“I don’t think so, sweetie,” I said as I kissed his forehead.

“Oh,” he said laying his head on my shoulder.

“But you know what daddy sends all of his love to you,” I said tapping his nose lightly.

“Weally,” he said smiling.

“Of course,” I said smiling back, “Now let’s get ready for your party.”

“Yay!!,” he squealed.

3 hours later

“Mommy people are starting to come,” Angel said jumping up and down.

“Okay, okay let’s get the door,” I said as we walked to the door and let in a group of little kids into the house.

After everyone came the party really got crazy. The kids were playing outside in the back yard, when I heard Angel yell, “Daddy!!”