Page 5 of Her Savior
Daddy knows damn good and well how my mother is doing. She’s onHip-Hop Wivesevery Monday night at – you guessed it – VH1. “Really, Daddy?”
Daddy shrugs, silently telling me he knows he doesn’t care but he’s being polite and trying to make conversation. “Just wondering how your relationship was with her now.”
I haven’t spoken to my mother in years. And when I say spoken to, I mean having girl time, shopping trips, spa days, mother-daughter selfies, and the like.
Instead, I get photo ops and special guest appearances on The Shade Room, where thirsty-ass niggas make lewd-ass comment about which one of us they want to tag team.
My mother has always done her own thing. It’s a reason why I’ve always lived with my Daddy and not her. My mama didn’t want the burden of having a young daughter when she was trying to snatch a baller and Daddy wasn’t about to have me home alone or with some potential child molester.
My memories of my mother don’t necessarily consist of her. I have a total of maybe, five pictures of us together. Five. Most people have so many photos with their parents, they can’t even keep track.
My Daddy did the best he could to make sure I was always provided for and loved, but let’s keep it one hundred, there’s nothing like a mother’s love.
“I don’t really talk to Andrea very much.” She’s always been Andrea to me. A parent has to earn the titles of Mommy and Daddy to be called that. “I only hear from her when she needs a storyline or she’s thirsty for likes.”
“Sounds like ‘Drea,” Daddy chews his salad. He pauses for a brief moment and looks up at the bright Los Angeles sky. “You need to make amends with your mother, ‘Face. You only have one mother.”
“I’ve tried making amends with her, Daddy,” I softly plead without sounding disrespectful, “I can only extend the olive branch so many times before I have to say forget it. She cares more about followers and likes than she does about blood.”
“You ain’t gotta be friends with her. But you two need to come to terms with what your relationship will be like. You two might have a good relationship or you might not have a relationship at all. You still need to try, ‘Face.”
I slightly shrug and eat my soup in peace. “I’ll try.” I can’t promise my Daddy anything but if he wants me to do something, there’s not a question I’ll obey.
