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    After I got off of work, I headed to see my mom. I brought her some cream of chicken soup for her this time; it’s her favorite. She could eat it every day of her life and be happy.
     
    “Hey baby.” my mom said.
     
    I looked her over and smiled. She was having a good day.
     
    “You look good mom.”
     
    “I feel good.” she smiled.
     
    “What have you been up to this evening?”
     
    “Nothing much, watching The Good Wife.”
     
    “You’re so addicted to that show.” I laughed.
     
    “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it girl.”
     
    “I don’t have time to get addicted to shows. I’m lucky if I get to watch TV at all. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even know why I have that thing in my apartment.”
     
    “Because Jezebel loves TV.” my mom said with a grin.
     
    “Her name isn’t Jezebel mom.”
     
    “I know Jessica’s name. I still don’t understand why you would move in with that heffa. She’s been trouble from the day that you met her.”
     
    “I’m not about to talk about my friendship with you.” I said shortly, “She’s my friend, she’s not going anywhere and that’s it.”
     
    My mom raised an eyebrow and gave me a look that I knew all too well. I was always free to express myself with my mother but she didn’t tolerate disrespect.
     
    “Sorry for being so evil. It’s been a long day. I also had to hear Georgia talking shit about Jessica today. I don’t understand why everyone hates her. What has she done to anybody?”
     
    “It’s not that we hate her, it’s just that we see the good in you and we see the evil in her. When you’ve lived as long as we have, you get to know people really well. We know when people aren’t about anything. She is going to drag you down. You should have gotten an apartment with someone that was going to school like you. What does she do all day? Is she paying her part of the rent? I wouldn’t put it past her to come up with excuses when it’s time to pay up.”
     
    “Mom, would you stop worrying? I would also appreciate if you respected my decision in friends. I know what kind of person she is, better than anybody, and I love her anyway. Yes, she can make questionable choices but she truly is my friend. We look out for each other and I’m not going to throw that friendship away because other people don’t feel comfortable with it.”
     
    “You didn’t answer my question about the rent.”
     
    “Yes she pays her part of the rent. If anything, I’m the one that needs her to cover me sometimes and she does it without complaining. If it weren't for her, we would have been evicted by now. And you know what? She’s never thrown it in my face.”
     
    “Where is she getting this money from? It’s not like she’s done any real work in her entire life.”
     
    “Can you stop judging her?” I asked. “You don’t know her like I do. She’s my friend, not yours. I find funny is that she actually likes you.”
     
    “Why is that so funny?”
     
    “Because you don’t like her. You’ve never liked her.”
     
    “That’s because I don’t like her conniving ways. You deserve better.”
     
    I saw our conversation wasn’t going to come to a sensible resolution so I changed the subject, “Did your nurse come by today?”
     
    “No, she’ll be over tomorrow. But Penelope came by today and she did some shopping for me.”
     
    “Aww, I’m sad I missed her. I wish that I could see her more.”
     
    “You two are some big babies. She said the same thing.” my mom laughed.
     
    “Well, I can’t help it if I love my big sis. Maybe I’ll get to baby sit Bianca in the next couple of week. I miss my baby.”
     
    “She misses you, too. She kept asking to see her Te-Te. She went looking all around this apartment looking for you. I guess she thought that you were playing hide and seek.”
     
    “Awww. I gotta stop by their house this week and see them.”
     
    I had a great family. Our