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In Miami, chances are you've witnessed a drug transaction, you have sold or bought drugs. We were known for that, when we weren't working—
—we were having fun. And that meant drugs, the late night parties, wine and strippers. It was no doubt that we knew how to have fun. Because we could spend the whole day working tiring jobs and that was our breathing space. Our space.
And with the drugs. Came the luxury. Miami was luxurious and extravagant and ostentatious. Wu was about about to tap into both.
TWO MONTHS AGO
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I made my way through the door, i had shown up barely hours ago after figuring out the key to my grandmother's safe. In my bag was alot of dollars on my first withdrawal, it felt like a treat—
—after a long day trying to prove it was mine. I was abit tipped off that they had an idea it was drug money, perhaps illegal money especially by one that seemed
AALIYAHMeanwhile, Aaliyah hadn't moved. She wanted to so badly meet up with Wu because of Jacqueline but then she was shocked by her sister——and her sudden appearance.Ayeesha had shown up after nineteen years or more, pulling her in for a lasting hug as she just dropped a weighty bag to the ground. Just one.Aaliyah was perplexed, not even hugging back, she was in utter shock as she made contact with Dele."Wha—" Her attempt to speak had failed. Words even had failed her. Aaliyah as she pulled her away, she had tears shimmer in her eyes before she looked away. "Sister" Ayeesha echoed, sniffling also she raised her hands to Aaliyah's cheeks.She backed off, surprised as Ayeesha slouched her shoulders and finally she could speak. She had opened her lips so wide as if she was about to deliver a powerful monologue but all that came out
AALIYAHFor almost all the girls, twenty years ago held some event, something grave and not often a good thing. For Wu, she lost her parents in the car crash twenty years ago, and for Maria, she struggled with abuse in the hands of her father and his friends——sexual. Jacqueline was alright, having no idea that in a few more years, she would be blamed for her parent's death and go to jail on her eighteenth birthday. How i wished she had known.How i wish we all could know when something was about to go wrong, asides a gut feeling. Perhaps something more elaborate and clear. Like Aal also around twenty years ago, what if she had known the night she had gone to bed would be the last she would see Ayeesha. That she would be gone by morning and would have her parents lie about it.All these events, all a score years away.TWENTY YEARS AGO
MARIAMaria felt a sting in her heart as she looked into the mirror. Her eyes were sour and her face, crimson. Her hands obsessively pulled her hair. It had been six weeks since she had started chemotherapy and she had to go in today, the day she dreaded——of which her fate was to be decided. Whether or not the treatment was working. And whether it was all worth it. She slowly pulled out her hair as she wandered, who she'll become without it.She was latinx and she had admired her hair growing up, it would be weird seeing how much worth your hair added and now, it was only Maria that could understand that pain. She could walking on the street of Miami, lifting her shoulders to the never ending compliments of her curls, her hair.What was she now, that she had to wear a scarf or perhaps she would need to cut it herself. She heaved a deep breathe, before looking back at her mother who had opened the door slightly—
~Sexuality.Your sexuality can play an important role in your identity. It often refers to a person's sexual orientation or preference. Rather than just the need to reproduce. Your sexual orientation is who you are attracted to——emotionally, mentally, and physically attracted to. It is the most important form of human emotional expression and these deep connections to one another. And exploring it is only as natural and safe.Its diverse and personal and sometimes scary. Scary in the sense that you cannot change it, it changes you and who you thought you were. But then what if you, yourself don't know who you are?Or what even is this thing called sexuality. All you'll feel is scared, and as for Mateo. He was, alot especially after his grandmother's words in the car.And the potential fear in his mother's eyes. All he was, was scared and alone. And perplexed on what ever he felt f
WUThe wind was so satisfying to Wu. Blowing across her face and swaying her short hair to the sides. She had numbed the noises from the construction——she stood around, a green vest over her simple large tshirt with an oversized jumpsuit. She looked directly at them, breaking through a part of the walls of Jones'. She couldn't believe it, she couldn't also believe that the leader of a drug gang already had an office in the yet to be completed building.No matter how fast he hastened it, it was left down to how much work the workers could do especially through a slowly lifting pandemic. Wu had to send the girl's packing, even Jade as she closed down Jones' for weeks that would transgress into months.Till it would eventually be ready. Then suddenly, she pulled out her earplugs as if someone had called her. No one had but it was fun seeing her turn around with a questioning expression on her face."D
WU“Can i see your papers?” She asked. Rodriguez, her police tag had given her away. She had stern face with a hurriedly drown eyebrow.If you had heard anything about female policemen, it was quite stereotypical to assume they were the harshest. And it sent a shiver up my spine. Looking down as i struggled to get s grasp of my wallet.“Shit” The curse word had become an anthem as i finally grasped it, handing it over to her. She stared at it for a puzzling second. She had broad shoulders and large arms in a way that complemented her beauty and stance. She was unlike all the others.My feet pushed further the stash underneath the paddle which accommodated the brake and gas as some sort of shield. She eyed my slightest movements before she walked to the back of the car. Perhaps to look up the number on the plates.And i only deemed it right to tell Jac
AALIYAHI passed a long breath, holding unto the handle of the cream colored door. My eyes were fixed into theirs, both my mother and father at the door. My mom in her native iro and buba and my dad, in a simple kaftan made shirt, the origin of its color being the famous tie and dye. But in that moment, i could honestly care less——i lifted my feet to the side, making room for them to enter, with my mum was an extra bag as if ready to stay the night which was quite ironical. They were not here to stay at all. And upon entering into the door and turning to the side, they were met with her. Like a well planned revelation, they halted in their steps immediately. My father freezing whilst my mother slowly let go of the bags in her hands.She recognized her immediately, her name passing so smoothly from her lips like it never left her mind. Like she never left her mind. "Ayeesha"
MARIA-I sliced through the tomato on a chopper, before pouring into the heated pot on the gas. I wiped my hands on my apron before turning around to my mother—“You know i can finish up for you” She begged at this point and i shook my head in refute. “I can— and i will prepare his favorite meal for my son’s sixteenth birthday” I dragged, a crack in my voice as i leaned against the counter with fatigue.But my determination rose above it all. It was Mateo’s golden age. A year after his quinces and his bold step into semi adulthood. I stared at his picture above the couch, in astonishment at the young gentleman i had raised and i cursed the origin of coronavirus.That we could not spend it outdoors in the park with his new friend, Toni even though he was only one coming over that night. Or one of the sights and parks in Mexico. But it was amidst this thought i