1. The First One


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: avrgblkgrl, Rating: 44, Source: LushStories

    too much, it had become a habit. It had taken forever to find the passage she needed and now she would have to start her search again. Immediately she regretted the slip of tongue when she saw her five year old son standing there in his flannel pajamas. “You owe me a quarter,” he said as a matter-of-fact. “I thought we changed it to dimes,” Simone grinned, trying to get across the surface of her bed, which actually was just one mattress on the floor, without destroying her complex system of order. It beat sleeping on the second hand couch in the living room, which she had done for months. “I never agreed to that.” He used one of her frequent phrases. “Oh,” Simone laughed as she struggled to pick him up and then positioned him on her hip. He was little for his age. “You are not allowed to use my own words on me, little man.” “Than whose words am I going to use?” he reasoned. “You will have to find your own like everyone else.” He thought about it for a moment. “Why are you up?” Simone asked, letting the fingers of her other hand tousle his brownish blond curls as she carried him toward his bedroom. “My head won’t go to sleep,” he returned, wrinkling his brow a bit. “Your head isn’t hurting is it?” She automatically laid the back of her hand against his forehead and let out a long breath of relief. He did not have a fever. With finals and one research paper still not written, having her son get sick would be disastrous. “No, I just keep thinking about stuff,” he said. Her ...
    son, Kenneth (whom she called KJ), was way too serious for a little kid. But then, he had been through a lot. Truth was, they both had been through too much. Most of it had been beyond her control. The rest of it had been an effort to gain control. Regardless, he was strong and seemed to be emerging from their ordeal well. His marks in school were good and he was starting to mix well with the other children. She had been so worried that he would continue to separate himself. She pulled back his covers, placed her son in his small bed and laid beside him. “What kind of stuff?” “Christmas stuff.” The boy watched his mother carefully, trying to read her expression with only the help of a nearby night light. “Uhm… well… What stuff about Christmas?” “I wanna’ Christmas.” “Do you,” Simone tried not to sound surprised. He had never mentioned Christmas before. And, she, the daughter of devout Jehovah’s Witnesses, had never celebrated Christmas. As a matter of fact, other than looking forward to a break from school, Simone had not given it a second thought. But, she remembered being in school when she was just a little older than him and hating Christmas time. Not the holiday itself, but the way it seemed like she was missing out on so much. Then afterwards, everyone would have new bikes or just so many toys in general. Her mother and father rarely bought her new things and specifically did not around this time of year. “Well,” she said, letting out a deep breath, “what exactly do you ...
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