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I fluttered my eyelashes open as I woke up from my nap. I still feel kinda sleepy. I was starting to fall asleep again until my phone rang. I swear people call me at the worst times. I lifted my upper body and leaned over and picked up my phone. I looked at the contact name and pressed the โ€œaccept callโ€ and put the phone to my ear. โ€œHello?โ€œ. โ€œWere you sleeping?,โ€ my dad said on the other line. โ€œYes?โ€œ. โ€œWhy?โ€œ.

โ€œBecause I was tired...,โ€ I said. โ€œBecause you never go to bed at night. Youโ€™re always on that phone and never do anything around the house,โ€ he said. โ€œYour room is always messy and you never cook anything. Youโ€™re a woman. Youโ€™re gonna grow up and get married so you have to know how to cook,โ€ he continued.

โ€œI want you to get out of bed and do something productive, do you hear me?โ€œ. โ€œYes,โ€œ. I looked over to see Amira snickering. I took the pillow and threw it at her face, and she flipped me off. โ€œBye,โ€ he said and hung up the phone. โ€œCanโ€™t even take a nap in this houseโ€. I got up from my bed and took a quick shower. I walked back to my room and put on comfy clothes. I opened up my laptop and logged into Classroom. I played controlla by idealism and got a few small assignments done.

I closed my laptop and went downstairs. I noticed my mom still hadnโ€™t come back but I figured she would be back soon. Why did I come down here? I was trying to remember my reason for coming downstairs when the doorbell rang. Since Amira was home, it was fine for me to check it. I opened the door to see a tall dark-skinned woman with a bright smile. โ€œHello. Is your mom here?,โ€ she asked me with a serene voice. โ€œUh no. Sheโ€™s out. Do I know you...?โ€ I said, politely.

โ€œNo. But me and your mom met a couple days ago. Iโ€™m assuming youโ€™re her daughterโ€ she said, reaching her hand out. โ€œYea. Iโ€™m Monique,โ€ I said, shaking her hand. โ€œBeautiful name. I just came here to thank your mom for welcoming me into the neighborhood. You think you could let her know when she gets back?โ€ she smiled. โ€œOf course. Iโ€™ll let her know when she gets back,โ€ I said, returning the smile. โ€œThank you. Nice meeting you. See you tomorrow,โ€ she said, stepping off the porch.

โ€œBye,โ€ I said, shutting the door. โ€œWho was that?โ€ Amira asked me. โ€œA neighbor,โ€ I said. โ€œOhโ€. โ€œYupโ€. I walked back to the room and threw myself on the bed, for what seemed like the 400th time today. I decided I would go to bed as soon as my mom came back because even though I took a nap earlier, I still felt drained. I just daydreamed and listened to Amira ranting about her day.

Apparently she was in a good mood because some racist and misogynistic man, Limbaugh I think?, had passed away. โ€œI donโ€™t even feel bad for him. He can burn in hell for all I care,โ€ she said. โ€œSay astaghfirullah...,โ€ I said. โ€œNoโ€. โ€œOh my...โ€ I said. โ€œNo you donโ€™t understand. This man said that if a woman is getting an abortion, she should die too. Like the baby isnโ€™t alive...?,โ€ she ranted. โ€œAyo?,โ€ I said, raising an eyebrow. โ€œExactly,โ€ she said.

โ€œWell damn. I donโ€™t feel bad for him either. Tough,โ€ I said. Then I heard the front door open. โ€œIโ€™m back,โ€ I heard my mom yelling from downstairs. Me and Amira both went downstairs. โ€œHi mommy,โ€ we both said. โ€œHello. Did you guys eat?โ€ she said. โ€œYea,โ€ I said. โ€œI ate at school,โ€ Amira said. โ€œIโ€™m going to sleep mommy, good night,โ€ I said. โ€œWhy are you going to bed this early?โ€ she asked me. โ€œBecause Iโ€™m tiredโ€. โ€œOkay. Good night,โ€ she said. โ€œGood night. Whereโ€™s Ilyasa?โ€

โ€œHuh?โ€ she said. โ€œWhat?โ€ I said. โ€œAfter school said they would bring him back,โ€ she said. โ€œOh okay,โ€ I said. โ€œGood night,โ€ I said, walking up the stairs. I went up to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I went back to my room and tied my braids into a bun. I plugged in my laptop and my phone and set my alarm for 6:00 am.

I didnโ€™t even check my messages or social media. Just dropped everything and laid down. Then Amira came into the room. โ€œCan I turn off the light?โ€ she asked me, setting the container where she stores her retainer on the dresser. I just hummed signaling to her that it was okay. She got under her blanket right next to me and we talked in the dark. โ€œMan today Dad was just going off on me about โ€œyouโ€™re a woman, you have to know how to cookโ€ like sir...โ€ I said. โ€œCanโ€™t believe our parents are misogynistic,โ€ she said. โ€œFor realโ€ I said. โ€œWell maybe we should grow dicks,โ€ she said, nonchalantly.

I started wheezing and she joined me. โ€œIF YOU PEOPLE DONโ€™T GO TO SLEEP,โ€ my mom yelled from downstairs. We both immediately shut our mouths. โ€œWell good night, Amira,โ€ I said. โ€œGood night,โ€ she said. Amira was a quick sleeper so in less than five minutes, I heard her deep snoring.

I was just thinking about random things when I heard a moan. I held my breath in so I could hear clearly and realized Amira was moaning in her sleep. Not constantly but on and off. I slapped my hand over my mouth so no one would hear me wheezing. I then grabbed my phone from the nightstand and frantically looked for the โ€œvoice recordingsโ€ app.

I put the microphone close to Amira and recorded her moans. โ€œDamn she must be gettinโ€™ that good goodโ€ I whispered over the video. Wait till she sees this... I listened to the recording which made me start laughing again. I saved the recording then set my phone back on the nightstand. I went back to my thinking until my eyelids started getting heavy. I was struggling to keep my eyes open and I finally stopped fighting my fate as I fell into slumber.


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