The Black Sitter

Memory as a child…

Once my father had a neighbor in the apartment complex where we lived off Orange Grove Blvd “babysit” us while he was at night school.

She was a black woman.

She brought over her family.

Her son tried to force me to eat his booger.

I was maybe five years old.

I refused.

Her kids were mean to us.

I remember crying and feeling scared.

They ate all our food.

My dad never had them back again.

I learned to watch over myself.

It is sometimes better to be alone.

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