Thirty – Nine
It’s me again, Spirit. I’m enjoyin’ this blog thing. To think, I was born before the TV was thought of, now I’m typing my thoughts for the world. Interesting indeed.
Currently, everything is in a state of chaos. My cousin/niece is in love with a Werewolf who was my sperm donor’s best friend, and my cousin/nephew is half vamp and whatever we are. It’s so funny to see all the ants scrambling to gain some type of control and order in this family. I can’t stop laughing at my sister Erika as she tries to maintain some type of order and it’s not my fault.
I work as a spy for the family, well, I get orders from Queen B herself and then I have to kiss her butt. Why do I serve? I’m around 180 years old and don’t care about family loyalty. Why should I, all they give me is grief.
But, I still serve Queen B because… Let me put it this way, I’m the audience and my family are characters in a Broadway Play. They make me laugh, cry, sad, happy and the drama is priceless.
Like for example, E. I love E, but she’s so confused. She wants to have God’s love, but at the same time, she is what she is. What I am. What my family is. We are half demons with no chance in hell to make that leap into heaven. We were born to be damned by Jehovah above and we are welcome into the arms of this One, Galvin keeps talking about. It’s cute, she’s reading the bible and praying to an unknown God that can careless about the children of Galvin. But, I have to give her credit; at lest she’s trying.
Max is double damned and I don’t know why. So he’s half coach roach and demon, so what. What type of harm can he do? As I understand, he can’t stomach our blood, so why the drama? I do feel for him, but I’m pleased that this family treat everyone the same, even if they are not a slave, like my Momma.
Spoke to Momma and she felt so sorry for Max, but there’s nothing she can do. Her heart does go out to him because she was cast away like garbage when I was cookin’ in her stomach.
Momma was born into slavery. A woman who she called momma and a man she called papa were her parents, but she’s not sure. All she knows, she entered into a world of hard labor, sex and daily whippings. When she was four years old when her momma and papa were sold to another family. She was alone in the slave hut with other children.
She told me, “It was an one room hut with two beds, fireplace and small back room where we ate the Master’s garbage. The hut was small, when you have to share it with 8 kids like me. The kid who was there first, made rules of the hut, before they were sold again. I never made any friends because once you learn a name, they were sold, and so what was point of learnin’ a name. So they the girls were called Girl with a finger at your direction, and it was the same with the boys.
“That hut was covered with pink and white wallpaper and the floors were made out of cheap wood. The soles of your feet got tough real quick from workin’ in the cotton fields, walkin’ on that cheap wood with nails stickin’ out trying to kill you and the Master’s sons putting fire to your feet for fun. I don’t know what being young is because I was born old.”
Momma lived a hard life. One day when I was 6 years old, she told me, I had an older sister. Now, I know my older sister is dead and gone. I’m around 180 years old, who still looks 30 something. If my older sister was still living, she would be around 200 years old. I’m almost reaching to that point.
Momma gave birth at 6 years old. Only 6, can you believe that. It’s was Master’s child. Since the child looked white, my momma wasn’t aloud to raise her, but again, my momma was a child herself.
After my momma had me and married Sani, she went down to Good Old South and I do declare, she scared the devil out of those white crackers, as if, the slaves from the past were planning to hunt them for rest of their lives.
Anyways, Momma ran to New York when she was 16 years old and met my sperm donor Eric, his wife and their five children. Momma told me, Erika was and will always be a spoiled brat. Bryan taught Momma how to read and write, as Elisabeth taught Momma how to count money. Clive was and will always be the Entertainer and Merlin is the Storyteller.
Momma felt at home, all she had to do was take care of the kids and help out around the house. Momma was so happy to be part of a loving home. She felt free, like a person who jumps out of a plane without fear or worry; knowing they will land on their feet. She could breathe and be worry free without any problems. Momma told me, she laughed for the first time at age 17. Clive was only 3 years old and was performing a comedy act.
She told me, “Little Clive made me laugh so hard, tears were fallin’ from my eyes. It was an uncontrollable feeling. At first, I was nervous because I didn’t want Master Eric to beat me, but that Clive was so funny, I didn’t care. I fell off my stole to the floor. My eyes were water, my mouth was open and my stomach was hurtin’ as if I was in labor. Clive is a gift from God, as if God touched me and said, ‘I bless you, my child’ and then God opened my heart to this family, until the darkness came.”
See, Momma didn’t know their dark secret, until it was too late. She became part of the darkness and I was born into the darkness, like all my brothers and sisters. When Olyvia found out Momma was cookin’ a baby, Momma was out of the house as if she was garbage.
So, I was born between New York and Arizona. I don’t know what year I was born, but I do know, some China Men who were working on the Rail Road helped with my child birth.
I don’t know much about momma travels and everything she has done in her life, but I know she’s best momma in the world. I will do everything for her, even die.
I think this Max thing is out of control. I wonder what Galvin thinks of this? I should ask him.
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