Is The Woman Struggle For Words?

"But dad she has just begun her career and I don't want to indulge her in marriage life. Let her get settled then we will decide" I replied, checking the pile of files on my desk.

"You don't have to say anything, see your shock smiling face is enough for me to see. I wanted to do this because this garden reminds me of you. You always say you're not pretty or perfect but to me you remind of this place even a flower has a flaw somewhere but they still come out beautiful like you did" he said smiling at her while she looks away with a slight blush on her face. She couldn't show it but she was really happy that he did this for her of all people.

"That's because I hardly have enough time to study because I'm working. And is it even legal to be working at 14 years old?"

“Let it go boy,” my father chuckled loudly. “You had stopped my wife’s heart as soon as you mentioned those silk pajamas and started it up again by saying poolside, swimwear and stocked bar. She has the look of having a dry martini in hand and looking through sunglasses wearing a wide brimmed hat like a glamorous movie star. I see the look of concern in your eyes. We won’t take long talking to our neighbors so we can get on the

She seemed perturbed. She explained how we had financial issues and that the only way we could cope was if we found jobs as well. "I know you don't want to do this," she said, stroking my face. "But, Father needs our help." I couldn't say no, not in this situation. I had no other choice but to find a job. Apparently, I did in a matter of

Dad, I need to talk to you, announced Shameka. Honey, I’m really busy right now. Can it wait?” “Actually, Dad, it’s already waited for 13 years. I think we are way overdue for this conversation.” “Wait a minute,” responded Dad. “I really don’t like being talked to like that. What’s your problem?” “My problem is that I’m not getting any support from you and Mom,” Shameka yelled as she walked across the room and prepared to slam the door. “STOP RIGHT THERE, young lady. You will not talk to me that way and you will not walk away.” Dad paused and then calmly asked “Please, will you tell me what’s bothering you? Obviously, there’s something rather important. What do you mean that we don’t support you” “OK, Dad, I’m sorry,” apologized Shameka? It’s

“Thank you for this new information. All this makes me wish I knew more about my family history.”

Your Aunt Betty isn’t in control of nothing and I’m not going to let you control anything either Anna. If you want to pay for the funeral you can have it any way you want to and I want say a word but as long as I’m paying for this funeral it will be as I say. She and her daughter huffed and stormed out of the house. Linda said don’t worry about that she’ll calm down. I’m not worried I have other things to be concerned about Linda. Thank you Linda for helping me, closing the door as she walked out. Later that evening Anna’s son called me asking, “Why is my mother crying?” How would I know you’re there ask her? If she don’t go to the funeral there will be two funerals, he blurted out. Are you calling your young-self trying to threaten me? I’m repeating myself if she don’t go to the funeral there will be two funerals. Let me tell you something you little wet behind the ears snotty nosed boy! You do what you do and you’ll get what you get remember that have a nice day! Allen walked in who is that mom? Anna’s son call himself threatening me. What Allen exclaimed, I’ll be right back mom, hurrying out the door. An hour later Allen came back to the house, you don’t have anything to worry about he want bother you again. Allen I wasn’t worried I was concerned what you might do the way you went out of here in a hurry. Mom I didn’t beat him up….. this time but I made it very clear if he open his mouth twisted to you again he would find himself spitting out teeth after he remove my foot. He can get crazy if he wants to but “Real Crazy” will meet him right where he

"Oh! enterprises just makes sense," she says plainly, "I always knew that while I was doing well I wanted more, I wanted to be debt free."

“You are going to appreciate living here, and if not!” at this point she use to pause and clear her throat. “Well, in this case you'll accustom yourself”.

J.D.: Well…My mother and father got divorced, but I don’t think that either of them are inadequate.

I stopped in my tracks in the hallway, beside the dining room with Madam’s voice coming through it. I didn’t mean to overhear, Mama had always told me to not listen to other people’s conversations, but the Madam was speaking too loudly for me not to hear. I carefully removed my black shoes, leaving me in my stockings, and slid over to the doorway. I peeked into the room and quickly turned back before either of them saw me. The image that I saw was not the image I had envisioned in my mind. Madam and Becky were there as usual, but there were two new faces there. White faces. The two men wore blank expressions on their faces; one of the men had wrinkles creasing his face, with his back hunched over. The other one was significantly younger, his hazel eyes glistening, and a much slimmer frame and better posture. Both men had milky skin and their chocolate brown hair tied into a queue. Father and son duo I assumed. Fear started to take over me. Was Madam going to sell me, or possibly even Isabel? No… Madam was so kind to us the night before! I shook my head against my idea. Madam is just negotiating trade deals for

"Yea yea, and my father could be the king for all we know." i say straightening my back.

"Quiet, rich boy," this one hissed in broken English, scarred face far too close to Vinicio 's for his comfort, his foul breath and grisly beard alike tickling his nose, "or we 'll take more than just ya jewelry, ya hear?"

“No … the money… just…” Dad caught my eye, and gave me a look that made me turn around again.