Sunday morning, I'm laying in bed. Feeling sick with a cold.
VH1 is laying next to me a little hung over from the night before.
MY (my six year old) comes in to the room with her two bags on her arm.
She says "Mommy, I'm going to my daddies for a little while."
I say "You leaving me? I couldn't stand it if you left me."
She says "You really want me to stay?"
I say "Of course I would die if you left me."
She puts her bags down and says "ok, I'll stay" Then she says "Are you sick mom?"
I say yeah.
She says "What you need?"
I say "I'm going to go get me some coffee in about five minutes, you want to walk with me?"
She says yes, I tell her to go put on her clothes.
A few minutes later the house was too quiet.
So I call her.
I call her again no answer.
I go in the living room the front doors are wide open.
Vh1 jumps up and says "where is she?" I say "I don't know." He runs outside no shirt no shoes just jeans.
I throw on pants (that were too small and my panties were showing) and I'm running down the street. Vh1 runs the opposite way.
I'm screaming her name like a lunatic. I'm runnung down the street and I see a bundle of clothes in the middle of the main street which I think is her... I get to the corner I'm screaming and crying....It's not her.
But there's a man on the corner, he says "you looking for your daughter?" I say "yea!" he says "she told me she was going to the coffee store. I told her to go to 7 11 !"
I push him out of my way. A$$ hole!
I'm running down Manchester bare foot, in jeans that are too little, with a green tank top, green and blue underwear showing and my red gangster rag on my head . I get to 711 out of breath about to have an asthma attack.
There are two men at 7 11 that MY is trying to talk into giving her a cup of coffee because her mother doesn't feel good.
They were about to call the police..
I fell on to the ground and started crying. My heart damn near stopped. I threw up.
I began shaking uncontrollably.
That's how I spent my weekend. How about you?