Nadine sighed, putting her house key into the lock and turning it. It was good to be home. After that awful school day, she needed some time alone to collect her thoughts, maybe even do a prayer for ...
She stopped the moment she stepped into the house. The TV was on really loud and she could hear someone swearing. She ran into the family room and stared at the person sitting on her couch. The black person sitting on her couch.
"Who are you?! How did you get in my house?!" Nadine yelled.
The black woman turned and looked at her, an expression of shock and confusion on her face. And that face ... it looked kind of familiar to Nadine, even though she didn't know any blacks.
"Why you trippin', girl?" the woman asked. That voice ... it sounded a lot like ... no, it couldn't be. "Dis mah house too, ya know."
Nadine stared. The voice, the face ... if it weren't for the mocha-colored skin and the black crinkly hair, she could have sworn that this was her own mother. But ... it couldn't be. Could it? If this was her mom, what happened to her?
