Move Forward And Don't Look Back
Last week, I spent some time with my Sweet Ma. We pulled out a movie from her collection and settled upon Waiting to Exhale. My favorite scene from that movie is when Whitney Houston's character, Savannah Jackson, tells the married man who had been using her, to get lost. I still laugh at that part like I've never seen it before.
There's something so gratifying about taking your power back once you have been mishandled by a man you gave your heart to. I had no idea that movie would help prepare me for what would happen later that evening while eating at Red Lobster with Sweet Ma. I like to take her there because she loves the place so much. When we go, without fail, she orders the same thing off the menu.
While I was in the middle of laughing and teasing her about being stuck in her ways, I heard a high-pitched voice call out my name. I instantly thought I knew who it was, but when I turned around to see the person, no one looked familiar in the crowded restaurant.
“That sounds like—”
“Ash!” The piercing voice interrupted me mid-sentence.
When I whipped my head around this time, I saw the face that belonged to the speaker.
Yep. My assumption was right.
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