12
Off My Chest
I woke up early Sunday morning just thinking about how life could be. I looked at the nightstand and smiled. There was a picture of Momo Jean and me sitting there in landscape position.
“Well, Momo, I will stand up to him.” I got on my knees and prayed. “Dear Lord, please give me the strength to stand up to those who hurt me. Help me heal this hurt. Please also, if you can, guide my tongue. Amen.”
Getting up from the floor, I tiptoed to the bathroom.
This week had its challenges for Jevaun. He had been traveling back and forth with no complaints. Jay would see Indigo at work, but she wouldn’t speak to him. He would come home solemn. I wished things could have been better between them.
However, the issues with his mother were even more heart-breaking. Jay told me about
