“Tyellian! If I catch you, I’m really gonna give you a s******g!”
That’s the voice I grew up hearing—like a broken record. Mama always hated it when I played outside under the scorching noon sun.
“Uh-oh, here comes your mom again. You’re dead meat,” Joshua teased while holding a marble in his hand.
“You should go home, Trinity. She’s probably super mad by now,” Nicole said with concern.
“I don’t want to! Getting hit with a belt hurts, okay? Just come over to our house if you want to hang out,” I joked, and we all burst into laughter.
It was funny how even if Mama was about to blow a fuse, we still managed to laugh like everything was fine.
“You’re really not going home yet?” Nicole asked. I just shook my head. I decided I’d wait for Papa and go home with him instead.
“Josh, I’ll han
