“I’m going to get some cigarettes” I said with a hurried tone as the canvase bag hung heavily over my shoulder. Your mother, mascara running down her cheek obeying the tears that led them, wailed uncontrolably: “No, please, what about the children?!”. After a languished pause I replied “Don’t be a stupid bitch Sheronda, Kids dont smoke, I’m not getting them any.”
And I left.
“Will daddy be back momma?”
And you believed her. And you waited. Turns out I don’t smoke.
But worry not children, my work schedule may allow me to update again soon.