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because he cared about making us happy, but he couldn’t move, nor feel his damn toes, or even wiggle them. That made the day fucking bitter.
    Mama threw her glass down. “Naw! Fuck this shit! I can’t take this no more,” she said, and started running toward the hallway.
    Me and my sister looked at each other before chasing after her to her bedroom.
    Before we even made it her bedroom door, we heard her shout, “Muthafucka, say something!”
    When we got there, we found her on top of Daddy, straddling him and shaking his shoulders. “Speak, Desmond. I’m sick of this shit!”
    â€œGet off of him!” Desiree yelled.
    Mama gave Desiree a dirty look. “Fuck you, Desiree!” Then she turned her attention back on Daddy. “Talk, damn you!”
    I rushed forward and grabbed Mama’s hand as it was in midair. She was about to slap Daddy’s face. “Get off him!”
    Her eyes challenged mine, but I wasn’t backing down. I held my breath and my gaze, and slowly the power in hers disappeared.
    She slid off Daddy and then snatched her hand out of mine. “Fuck this shit!” She marched up to her closet, yanked it open, and pulled out a skimpy dress, before disappearing in the bathroom.
    I pasted a smile on my face and turned to Daddy. “Mama was just playing, Dad.”
    Desiree stayed planted in the doorway and shook her head so hard, I thought she was gonna get a crook in it.
    Five minutes later Mama emerged in a more slutty dress than the one she wore the night before. Her face painted, she had on enough damn perfume for me, Desiree, Daddy, and her ass. She walked out, clickety-clacking her heels. “I’m going out,” she snapped. “Don’t bother waiting up.”
    I kept my head down and didn’t acknowledge her, and Desiree tossed a hand at her.
    â€œCome on, Daddy. Let’s get you a bath, so you can get a good night of sleep.”
    â€œMan, this is starting to be a bit too much. I’m going to bed.” Desiree stormed out the room, much like Mama did.
    I was able to give Daddy a sponge bath, feed him, and send him to bed. Desiree’s punk ass was knocked out, ’sleep, so I knew I had to do the cleaning up. The damn turkey I had slaved over went to fucking waste, so I stuffed it in the fridge, along with the dressing, greens, macaroni, peach cobbler and pound cake I’d made. Then I took a long shower and took my tired ass to bed.
    When I heard moaning that was loud as fuck, I almost thought it was Desiree, but it wasn’t. She was knocked out and snoring.
    A surge of hope hit me. Maybe Daddy was moving again and fucking the shit out of Mama. I tiptoed out of my room down the hallway, passed the bathroom, and slipped over to my parents’ room.
    I was horrified to see Mama not only fucking a man in Daddy’s house, but she was fucking him in the same room she shared with Daddy.
    â€œOuu, baby, fuck me!” she moaned, her titties jiggling in the air as she rode on top of some clown.
    I glanced at Daddy, hoping his eyes were closed and he couldn’t see the shit. I didn’t say nothing, just ran back into my room and closed the door.
    I felt like smoking some weed, maybe taking a swig from one of Mama’s bottles of “feel-good,” which she had a lot of nowadays. I was stressed and mad. Mad, ’cause I was too damn young to be stressed. I should’ve been hanging out with my friends at the movies, the mall, the beach, or in some boy’s room getting my titties or pussy licked for the first time, but instead I was playing the role of a wife, nurse, housekeeper, and damn cook. And Mama wasn’t doing nothing, except clubbing and fucking—Desiree and her, both.
    Mama interrupted the little bit of free time I had as I sat on the porch collecting my shitty-ass thoughts. It had been two months since the accident, and I now had to face the fact that Daddy would stay the way