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"Just eat the damn eggs"

It had been 3 days since my father's funeral and the quietness and loneliness filled the huge marble kitchen .My brother had no interest in being around me or my mother.He wanted another chance with my father ,he wanted to apologize to him and tell him that he's sorry for pushing him away for all those years.He felt what most of everyone felt...regret,remorse,and wished that they could turn back the hands of time.Everyone felt this but one person...my mother.

"you better start eating your breakfast boys ,We gotta got to your dads Memorial at his job this morning "
My mom exclaimed ,as she looked at her reflection in our stainless steel refrigerator.
"I'm not hungry mom"
I expressed, while playing with the runny ,egg shell filled breakfast.
"That's right ,you're probably trying to watch your figure ...Boy just eat the damn eggs"

It was normal for my mom to made snarky comments about my feminine characteristics,and honestly It didn't bother me ...but I thought ,maybe just maybe she'd keep them to herself.I mean I lost my father for Christ-sakes ...

" Nah,he don't want those eggs cause they're runny as hell and got shells all through them "

Bruce shouted as he threw the breakfast in the trash

Mom: "Well,I ain't your father Bruce...I don't make breakfast like him and I don't plan on it.Your father and I were nothing alike ...and he died ,not me.So you're gonna have to deal with it.

Bruce: Yeah lucky us,right ? You're probably the reason he offed himself.I would rather be dead then be stuck here with your bougie ass.

Mom:Who in the hell do you think you're talking ?You done lost your cotton picking mind ...Nigga, I will lay yo ass out on this damn floor.

Bruce :There she go...that ratchet hood rat from Brooklyn...ahah You see this Tyrell...She ain't never talked like that before ...I guess she got tired of being a damn fraud.

Tyrell:C'mon Bruce ...she's hurting too ...chill out .

Mom:Tyrell shut up, don't tell him nothing ...He think he grown...think he man of the house or something since ya dad gone.(As she walks closer to Bruce). You're right son,I am from Brooklyn ,born and raised ...and my mom was a crack head  and I don't know who my dad is ...but that's something I've never been ashamed of it ,See I'm what they call  a ghetto Cinderella ...I worked hard to look like this ,while all the other chicken heads in the projects was getting knocked up by no good Niggas  with no money I got a doctor...I think I did quite well. But , Let me tell you what a fraud is ...A fraud is living in a multi million  dollar house ,Driving a damn Porsche at 18 and having the nerve to get on SoundCloud and rap about how you came up from the trenches. Only fraud is this house is you son.You ain't never have to work for anything in your life ...and you can thank my bougie ass for that .

      Bruce:Man whatever, it you want a round  of          applause for opening your legs to the highest bidder ,you will die waiting.(Bruce grabs his Porsche keys and heads out.)

  Mom:and where do you think you're going ...

Bruce:Away from here(Bruce shuts the door behind him and sports off in his 2020 Porsche)

The silence was back ,it was so quiet I felt like I could hear an ant trip.I really had never spent time with my mother alone.Either my dad was there ,Bruce ,my grandma,or sometimes even the house keeper.But there was always someone there to break the awkward silence.I decided to just bite the bullet (aka the shells in the eggs) and finish the breakfast my mother tried to cook for us. Even though my mom was an evil woman ,I couldn't imagine how it felt losing your husband of over 20 years ...I know deep down under thousands of dollars worth of plastic surgery she had a heart.No one was that cold.

Mom:(Starts putting on her bright red YSL lipstick )"Is there anything you want to say to me?Wanna get some stuff off your bird chest like your brother ?

Moments like this made me want to forget that she was my mother ,I wanted to curse her out.I wanted to hit her ,I wanted to let her have it.It would start off by me saying that her foundation never matched her neck ,or how she looks like an  idiot pronouncing the "L" in salmon ...or how her so called bougie friends call her "Miss Remy ma " because of how aggressive she is when she talks.You see Shanell ,my bad "Sheryl" my mom didn't care about not getting the best mom award.Noo...if you wanted to hurt you have to aim for superficial things...I knew I could say so much but I didn't.I just closed my mouth and sat there.Quiet.Humble.

Tyrell: Nope ,I think we should get going before we're late.

Mom:I supposed you're right ...let's get going.(She begins to grab her purse and notices Tyrell's shoes).No ,you're not wearing those shoes ...put some sneakers on.

Tyrell:Why? they match my blazer ...and dad bought them for me I want to wear them.

Mom:Look, You and your brother are gonna quit is with the "Dad this " and "dad that".Take those girly ass shoes off and put the sneakers I bought you on. Your dad may have let you dress like a Homo but I'm not .No boy should be wearing slide on shoes without socks.Now go.

Tyrell: They're loafers ,and he let me wear them because he understood me. (Tyrell , put his head down and began walking towards his room to change his shoes).