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father were very well off, which was the reason I was financially set.
    My father drove 18 wheelers for a living. He was gone most of the time, because you received more money from the out of town hauls. We had about fifteen trucks, so we were bringing in well over five hundred thousand a month. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but life hadn’t been rough to me either. Jessa either, which is probably why we connected. She had her own everything back then, but now, she only had her damn hand out for me to give it to her, which was fine, but damn, she didn’t want to lift a finger, unless it was to swipe a card; that shit was sad as hell.
    “Ok, well I’m surely coming by, because you know Jessa isn’t cooking nothing.”
    “Anyway, so where’s Raven.” She said immediately changing the subject. My mother could never hide her feelings, so if she didn’t have anything nice to say, she usually wouldn’t say anything at all, but she was very outspoken and very truthful with her words. A few times, we would clash, because she would always voice her opinion for Jessa, but I wouldn’t just let her sit there and talk about my wife, so she would just stop talking about her altogether. Now, my sister was another topic. She didn’t give a damn how she said it, when she said it, or the way it came out. If she was feeling it, you was sure to find out.
    “She just asked if she could come spend the day with you. You know how Jessa is, wanting to sleep in all morning and shop all night.” I said. Jessa was really becoming a burden to me, and I didn’t want to feel that way about my wife, but I definitely couldn’t help it. It’s not like she tried to do anything to show me different.
    “Aww, ok. Bring my baby to me. Your sister has already went into the office, so I’ll have your plate ready when you get here.”
    “Where’s Marc lazy ass?” I asked, referring to my brother. I don’t know where my mother went wrong with that fool, but he was what you would call a fuck up. I hate to say it, but he was. I was the middle child; it was Gisele, me, then Marc, and when I say I’ve had to go upside his head more times than I care to talk about, I was serious. I guess, if my mother continued to condone the behavior in her house, who was I to tell her otherwise?
    “He’s probably still in the bed sleep. Do you know that nigga had the nerve to come in the house at five this morning with some girl? Renzo, I almost lost my religion on his ass. Anyway, bring her by; I’ll be here.” She said. We talked a few more minutes before we finally released the call. By the time I was done, Raven was sitting in front of the TV flipping through the channels. She was getting ready to be four in a few months, and I tell you, each day, she surprised me with something new.
    “Come on Princess. Daddy is going to take you to grammy.”
    “Yay, ok daddy. Here I come.” She said. We went into her room, packed her a bag, got her dressed, and we were on our way. I stayed in Atascocita, which wasn’t too far from my mother, who stayed in Kingwood. She stayed in Kings Point Village, which was a very nice neighborhood. She had a five-bedroom home, with four full bathrooms, and three and a half baths. Her house overlooked a pond, and she had a big ass backyard with a pool. Raven was her only grandchild, so to say was spoiled would have been an understatement. Raven grabbed her backpack and went into the room to tell her mother bye, but of course, she was being her usual bitchy self. I just shook my head once more before telling Raven to come on.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
    Jessa
     
                  “Bye-bye, momma. I’m going to grammy’s.” Raven said, jumping all over the bed. That little girl really did drive me crazy. It was sad to say, being that she was my child, but I really don’t think I was ready for children when I had her. I hadn’t told Renzo, but I had gotten