Give In To Your Fear

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Back when permed hair was in, and Halle Berry hit the scene.

Me and my mom are really close.

No one really knows you like your mother. She’s seen me grow and evolve. She’s seen me succeed and she’s seen me fall miserably.

Our relationship has grown past mother-daughter into friendship. As least, that’s the lie I try to tell myself.

I figured out what a faker I was after church last Sunday. I had an appointment to plan world domination with one off my business partners later that evening, and wanted to stop by my mom’s house to visit.

I saw Mom at church, and she said she was going straight home. I had a short meeting with the minister (more world domination in the works), and headed over to her house.

When I got to her parking lot, her car wasn’t there.

That’s weird, I thought.

I waited for a few minutes.

Maybe she took another way home, I thought.

What if something happened? I called her cell phone. No answer. Continue reading

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