Promise Not To Tell

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As I sift through the choices in my closet I remind myself that looking my best is a necessity today since Patric is picking me up. Finally, I settle on a leotard and my best pair of daisy dukes. Once I convince myself that I will get his approval rather than any put-downs, I make my way to the garage and wait. I am so anxious and excited but the humid heat keeps reminding me to stay out of the direct sun light. I can hear that old Silverado Truck blazing down Lincoln Avenue long before it comes into my view. Mama must’ve heard it too because she suddenly appears in the front yard; and before I can go over and greet him, she demands my return home before nine. I can feel his eyes examine my appearance as he says,”come here big girl and give your daddy a hug.” I oblige but grimace because his embrace always feels strong enough to squeeze the life out of you. I hopped in back of the pickup and rode off into the sizzling southern heat. 

We quickly arrive at the 7 Eleven for a copy of the Daily Oklahoman. I thumb through the paper until I find the entertainment section where the show times and locations for movies are listed. We agree to see the 3:40 matinee of Friday, featuring Ice Cube and Chris Tucker. My eyes sparkle with anticipation as I try to contain my excitement during the rest of the ride. As we were waiting in line for popcorn, Patric spots some friends and leaves me in line with a crisp twenty dollar bill and said “I’ll see you inside.” I bounce into the theater with joy and two hands full of snacks but to my dismay the lights are already off and the movie is beginning. Now if I were here with some one else this wouldn’t be a problem, but my daddy is the shade of black that disappears when the lights are out so I am on my own in a theater for the first time at the age of nine. A nervous feeling washes over me as I scan the rows for his face unsuccessfully. It is crowded but I manage to find an empty seat and that nervous feeling is immediately replaced with the excitement I started the day with. There is a lot of hype surrounding this movie and I am happy to see it deliver everything it promised. As the credits start to roll, I rush out and wait where I know he can’t miss me. He approaches and begins to inquire where I’ve been. I know my mother will kill him if she ever finds out so I promise not to tell. 

P.S. The name for this new series {memoir mondays} was inspired by a freshly pressed article called, She’s Not My Mother. Click here to view it. As I embark on this journey I’d love to have your comments, questions, and constructive criticism. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoy Memoir Mondays!

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Michelle says:

    Really! I’m going to learn a lot from all of your writing. I’m starting a list of the people I have to deal with 20 years later.

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    1. Dāsha says:

      You can’t be upset mother,those crimes are beyond the statute of limitations! LOL

      Like

  2. Anna says:

    A great new series! Can’t wait to return to read more! XO

    Anna
    alilyloveaffair.com

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Dāsha says:

      I’m so glad you like it Anna,thanks for your support!

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