The movie starts soon and I still need to the wake up. Time for breakfast? Only if I want to wait until tomorrow. I better get up. Yup, gonna get up. Any minute now. Ah, here we go. A face cloth and tooth brush later and I'm staring at my unmade bed. There's no time. I mean sure there's time but really there isn't.
Shit! It's dad's birthday. It's already 1:30pm back home and I haven't called or texted anyone. He did tell me that they were going to a show. I can probably wait to call. Ugh, but if I do he'll say I didn't care enough about him to call. Ring. Ring. Ring. No answer. Of course. The bed will have to wait.
It's not until I'm in Simi Valley that I start to remember what I've heard about Simi Valley. So far no cop cars in sight. Fingers crossed that I won't be a hashtag before the credits roll. Corndog bites and civil rights. It's enough to make me cry. I do cry, though not because of the corndog. This movie makes me think. About life and the struggles of being black. Also about how no person nor relationship is perfect.
Dad calls during the show. I wish him happy birthday after the credits have rolled. I have to call back later for our talk. I know I have to but I really wish I didn't. Thinking and driving. I know she would've loved that movie. I'll talk to her about it later. I still need to make my bed.
A healthcare shopping spree and one rebuilt toilet later and I'm finally ready for breakfast. It's 9:30pm. I fold my sheets as the bacon cooks. Pretty sure I'm doing life wrong. She calls me soon after. I like our talks, even if they're mostly disagreements. She tells me she loves me. I say I love you too. It's nice to really mean it. Nothing left but to show the day away.
Ugh. Why did I make my bed today?
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