| After Mardell left my house that Sunday, my mother came into my room to talk to me. I was lying on my bed crying. She sat down beside me and said, "Come here baby. It's gonna be okay. You just like the boy and he hurt your feelings." I raised my head off of her lap and yelled, "I do not like that ugly boy!" My mother rubbed my head and responded, "Lower your voice. You must have forgotten who you are talking to." I laid my head down as I responded with a Yes Mame. My mother talked some more about girls and boys, but I heard nothing she said. I was thinking, "I am gonna tell my daddy and he will get that big head boy." |
