Life After Marriage Book 3

Doing Our Part

If you haven't been to the Civil Rights Museum the video I attached is great. You can watch it before or after the chapter for more insight. I don't go totally in depth here.

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Amber POV-

"Mommy where we going?" Auggie asked me as I helped him put on his clothes.

"To a museum baby."

"A museum. Uhhhhhhh!!!!!" Sata let out an audible sigh of dissatisfaction.

"You go on vacation to have fun not learn. This ain't school." She said partly mad.

"Assata it's an important museum." I looked over at her. She was laying on the bed fully clothed with a pillow over her face.

"I don't care. I want to have fun."

"What museum auntie Amb?" O asked me. He was sitting in the chair in the corner playing a game on the IPad.

"The civil rights museum."

"Awesome. The one where Dr. king died?" He put the game down intrigued. He always has a hunger for learning. If only my child would be the same.

"Yeah."

"Wow. My mom said she was going to take me but we never went. I wish she could come."

"We'll go again and bring her. She gets out soon."

"Mommy we going to see dead people?" Auggie looked at me confused. "No baby." I got the brush and brushed his hair.

Big Aug came out the washroom fully clothed.

"Sata put on your shoes." Aug told her.

"I don't want to go. I wanna have fun daddy." She whined.

"You heard what I said." He said in his papa don't play tone. She got off the bed with tears in her eyes putting on her shoes.

Auggie's words purposely misspelled in some cases grammar nazi's.

"Sata why you cry?" Auggie asked her so sweetly as I finished up his hair.

"I don't want to go to a museum!" She partly yelled.

"Watch your tone before I give yo ass something to cry about." big aug told her as he looked at her in the mirror why he combed his hair.

"Sata it will be fun. Dr. King actually was there. Do you know how cool that is?" O said super excited.

"I don't care." She huffed and wiped her nose.

"Who dat is?" Auggie went and sat on the chair with O.

"A man who fought for us to be free." O said like a loving big brother.

"What dat mean?"

"Free means--you like burgers right?"

"Yup. Dem my favorite. Right mommy?" Auggie looked at me giggling.

"Yup baby." I smiled at how cute he was.

"Back in the old days we couldn't eat burgers with white people."

"Why?" Auggie said confused.

"They didn't like our skin."

"Why? Mommy say i have pretty skin. Right mommy?"

"All of you do." I assured him.

"They were just mean." O told him.

"So da man told them we could eat burgers wit da white people?"