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I have always thought about my life as being problematic. My name is Serena, and I was raised predominantly by a single mother. We have lived in our apartment for my entire nineteen years. My mom, Theresa, is forty years old, white, and a waitress. She has always worked long hours to support us. We live in a rent-assisted apartment, so only her hourly wage counts for her income, which keeps our rent low while she makes her real income on tips. I have always admired my mother's ability to provide while cutting corners to keep us afloat. Our neighborhood is a typical inner-city environment--high crime, a lot of single-parent households, and racially mixed. We are lucky that we have decent working-class neighbors in the building we live in.
My mother and I have hardly ever argued. I did well in school; I stayed in much of it and didn't date much during high school. The one subject my mother and I have been at odds with throughout the years concerned my father. My dad, Rob, is from this neighborhood; he has never been a model citizen. He has been in and out of prison a lot during my lifetime. My dad is also a feared person in the neighborhood. My mother would try to do everything she could to keep me away from him growing up. These were the times I would argue with her. When I graduated high school last year, I told her that she couldn't control my relationship with him anymore, and she needed to accept that. My mother laughed when I set that boundary. "You can't have a relationship with him, he's in fucking prison until next year. Sweetheart, you will learn like I did. Your father is no good and a bad person."
This brings me to today; he is being released after being locked up for three years. I barely slept last night. He had asked if I could pick him up. I had scheduled to take the day off from work and would skip my night classes at the local community college I was attending. My mother continued to make snide comments about how delusional I was or how I was setting myself up for disappointment. I ignored her. As I prepared to leave, I asked her, "Do you have anything positive to say?"
My mom shot me a sad look. "Sweetheart, I love you, and I hope he has changed. I will be here when he disappoints you again." I wanted to be mad at her, but I knew why she thought this. My father couldn't seem to keep himself out of trouble. More importantly, he has always been distant from me, like I was a burden to him. I did not want to leave with my mom being mad at me, so I told her I loved her and left.
I was parked outside the prison, filled with anxiety, waiting for my dad to come out. Then, I saw him. I jumped out of the car, yelling to alert him where I was parked. I saw his big smile as he hurried over to me. He looked amazing. My dad is probably about six feet tall and has always had a chiseled body. It must be in his genetics because I never recall him going to a gym. Women found him incredibly handsome, and even though he is my father, I agree with that assessment. From a distance, he looked thicker than I remember. As he got closer, I could see his skin looked darker than the last time I saw him. My dad was a light-skinned black man with light-colored hazel eyes. That is not common amongst black men. It did help me with my features. I was light-skinned like my dad, although I had inherited green eyes from my mother. When Dad approached me, I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a big hug; as he embraced me, he picked me up, hugging me as my feet dangled above the pavement. I started crying as I told him how much I missed and loved him. He put me down and said, "I missed you too, Baby. Let's get the fuck out of here."
While we were driving, I asked what his immediate plans were. Although I would never admit this to my mother, I hoped he learned his lesson. I was nervous he was going to go right back to his street friends. Dad told me, "My cousin Eric wanted to do something to celebrate. I told him I didn't want to do anything in the neighborhood. A few of us are going to go somewhere for privacy so we don't get into any trouble. I'm tired of being locked up. I think they rented a camper or cabin. I have never gone camping or anything like that. But Eric said we can be left alone, party, and barbeque. I'm all for drinking and barbequing. Why, you don't wanna go and do shit like that, do you? I'm not sure I even want to do this shit."
My dad had never invited me to do anything with him like this. I did not know his family well and had never been around his circle of friends. It was only Thursday, so I would have to cancel work for Friday and skip classes again. I wanted to spend time with him but worried about being around people I didn't know. I knew Eric well enough to be comfortable around him, and Dad was going to be living with him, so I would be around him more often now. "IF you want me to go with you, I will. I don't want to burden you on your first few days if you have plans, Dad." I spoke.
I could feel my father looking at me as I drove. I wondered what he was thinking. "Yeah, I do want you to come. You're an adult now; you should see what life is like outside of the bubble your mother makes you live in. If I have to do boring shit, you should have to do it too." Then he started laughing as he squeezed my thigh, shaking it playfully.
For the rest of our drive, he got caught up on my life. I told him everything, which wasn't much. Dad told me he was proud of me for continuing school and working, but it was ok to live a little, too. When we got to Eric's, a group of people was waiting for him. As we exited the car, people started cheering like he was a conquering hero. Everyone was hugging him, slapping him on the back as they welcomed him home. No one paid attention to the fact that I was there or who I even was. When we walked into the apartment, everyone immediately started opening beers and drinking. Eric approached me with a beer, "Jesus, Serena! I almost didn't recognize you. You are all grown up. Let me take a look." he said as he handed me a bear.
I was glad someone noticed or at least acknowledged that I was there. "Hey, Eric. Yeah, long time." I said while attempting a smile. "Thanks for offering, but I'm only nineteen. I'm not allowed to drink."
Eric laughed as he circled me, checking me out. "I got a secret for you. No one cares if you're old enough to drink. We won't tell if you don't. Ok?" Then he yelled over to my father, "Hey, Rob! Do you care if Serena has a drink?" My father shook his head, signaling that he was ok with me drinking a beer. Eric turned back to me, "See, no one cares. Have a drink and relax." I smiled, and against my better judgment, I took the beer.
As the day progressed to the evening, the crowd thinned out. I had drunk three beers, which for me was a lot of alcohol. My dad, along with Eric and a few others, were obviously heading to inebriation. I approached my father to ask what the plan was. There was a woman sitting with him. As I approached, I asked, "Hey, can we talk for a minute?"
The woman jumped up and yelled at me, "Bitch, who the fuck are you? I will beat the fuck out of you! Cock blocking, bitch!" I was confused as to why she wanted to fight me. I had never been in a physical confrontation in my entire life.
