Simon Gets Three Strikes, AGAIN!
As Simon arrived home the house was full of the wonderful aroma of Mama's homemade fried chicken, beans & rice with corn bread and a pitcher of sweet cherry Kool-Aid to wash it all down. But today Simon's stomach was upset and even though it smelled good, he was in no mood to eat or drink anything. He hung his head as he came through the front door.
"Close that damn door and get that jacket off!" Simon's mama yelled from the kitchen stove.
Simon slowly closed the door and appeared before his mama.
"I told you if I got one more call from that teacher of yours it was gonna be yo' ass! Didn't I?"
"Yes, ma'am", Simon said as he followed the leather belt, his Daddy's, that she was holding in her hand.
"Go to my room and I'll be there shortly" she said.
Simon began to get hot, itchy and scared, all at once because he had been here before. The anticipation was more than he could take. He knew Mama wouldn't let him talk his way out of it like Daddy used to. It was at these moments that he missed his Daddy so much. Why'd he have to go so soon? Some days he wished he could go and be with him in Heaven.
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