this point was no surprise. I went into the bathroom and entered in the shower feeling completely drained.
Standing underneath the shower jets, I washed my hair massaging shampoo into it and slowly rinsing it out. I had finished washing up, but I couldn’t force myself to leave yet. I stood there letting the water stream down my curves contemplating everything. I knew what I wanted to do, but still wasn’t sure if I could do it.
Eventually, I cut the water off and got out. As I was leaving the shower I noticed a huge clump of black hair lying in the drain. I was losing my hair. This fool had me stressed.
I put in some leave- in- conditioner and combed my hair into a ponytail. Looking in the mirror was like staring at a different person.
I‘d lost weight. My once full face looked gaunt. I looked sick. My rich milk chocolate skin had started to fade. My eyes had slight bags underneath them and lacked the luster and sparkle they once held.
I threw on a pair of sweatpants along with a fitted white T-shirt and went downstairs to make Taylor breakfast. She was already eating when I made it down there. It had slipped my mind that Ava, Durran’s cook, was working today. She came in every other day.
“Morning, Mommy.” Taylor said as she jumped down off the stool to hug and kiss me.
“Morning, Baby.” I greeted kissing her back, “Whatcha you eating?”
“Miss Ava made me some French toast. It’s good!” She said as she climbed back on the stool and put a piece of it in her mouth greedily.
I began to laugh, “Well that’s good baby.”
“Morning, Miss Keisha.” Ava said to me in her thick Spanish accent.
Ava was a short heavy set woman. She had short red hair, olive skin and warm light brown eyes. She was from Costa Rica. She had worked for Durran since he’s lived in Atlanta.
“Morning, Miss Ava. How are you?” I asked as I sat down at the island on a bar stool next to Taylor.
“I’m fine, Miss Keisha. Are you hungry?”
“Sure she is. Look at her.” Durran said as he crept from the lower level.
“Morning Miss Ava. How are you, Keisha?” Durran asked unusually gleeful. You would think he’d forgotten what had happened between us last night.
“Morning Mr. Johnson.” Ava said with a smile.
“Good morning, Durran.” I responded. I remained civil for Taylor’s sake, but had it not been for her, I would have ignored his ass.
“Good morning, Dee.” Taylor said obviously feeling left out.
“What up, TayTay.” He said kissing her on the forehead.
Taylor just ate it up. She began to bounce on her stool laughing as he sat down on the opposite side of me.
“Ava, get Miss Keisha some French toast, Turkey bacon and some fruit. Strawberries and a few pieces of cantaloupe. Make sure you top that off with a glass of mimosa.”
“Yes Mr. Johnson.” Ava said scurrying around in the kitchen. I didn’t turn to face him. I acted like he wasn’t even there.
“Mommy, when will it be my birthday?” Taylor asked while stuffing food in her mouth.
“Taylor, we don’t talk with our mouths full remember?”
“Sorry.” She replied before chewing her food completely and swallowing, “Okay, all done! Mommy, when is it going to be my birthday?”
I laughed,
Standing underneath the shower jets, I washed my hair massaging shampoo into it and slowly rinsing it out. I had finished washing up, but I couldn’t force myself to leave yet. I stood there letting the water stream down my curves contemplating everything. I knew what I wanted to do, but still wasn’t sure if I could do it.
Eventually, I cut the water off and got out. As I was leaving the shower I noticed a huge clump of black hair lying in the drain. I was losing my hair. This fool had me stressed.
I put in some leave- in- conditioner and combed my hair into a ponytail. Looking in the mirror was like staring at a different person.
I‘d lost weight. My once full face looked gaunt. I looked sick. My rich milk chocolate skin had started to fade. My eyes had slight bags underneath them and lacked the luster and sparkle they once held.
I threw on a pair of sweatpants along with a fitted white T-shirt and went downstairs to make Taylor breakfast. She was already eating when I made it down there. It had slipped my mind that Ava, Durran’s cook, was working today. She came in every other day.
“Morning, Mommy.” Taylor said as she jumped down off the stool to hug and kiss me.
“Morning, Baby.” I greeted kissing her back, “Whatcha you eating?”
“Miss Ava made me some French toast. It’s good!” She said as she climbed back on the stool and put a piece of it in her mouth greedily.
I began to laugh, “Well that’s good baby.”
“Morning, Miss Keisha.” Ava said to me in her thick Spanish accent.
Ava was a short heavy set woman. She had short red hair, olive skin and warm light brown eyes. She was from Costa Rica. She had worked for Durran since he’s lived in Atlanta.
“Morning, Miss Ava. How are you?” I asked as I sat down at the island on a bar stool next to Taylor.
“I’m fine, Miss Keisha. Are you hungry?”
“Sure she is. Look at her.” Durran said as he crept from the lower level.
“Morning Miss Ava. How are you, Keisha?” Durran asked unusually gleeful. You would think he’d forgotten what had happened between us last night.
“Morning Mr. Johnson.” Ava said with a smile.
“Good morning, Durran.” I responded. I remained civil for Taylor’s sake, but had it not been for her, I would have ignored his ass.
“Good morning, Dee.” Taylor said obviously feeling left out.
“What up, TayTay.” He said kissing her on the forehead.
Taylor just ate it up. She began to bounce on her stool laughing as he sat down on the opposite side of me.
“Ava, get Miss Keisha some French toast, Turkey bacon and some fruit. Strawberries and a few pieces of cantaloupe. Make sure you top that off with a glass of mimosa.”
“Yes Mr. Johnson.” Ava said scurrying around in the kitchen. I didn’t turn to face him. I acted like he wasn’t even there.
“Mommy, when will it be my birthday?” Taylor asked while stuffing food in her mouth.
“Taylor, we don’t talk with our mouths full remember?”
“Sorry.” She replied before chewing her food completely and swallowing, “Okay, all done! Mommy, when is it going to be my birthday?”
I laughed,
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