Cage
"Who are these women, mom?" my sister Rae asks. No-one is saying anything, just staring at each other. Well, mostly staring at mom. This is the moment I realize that I never did the one thing my parents asked me to do. Tell Rae about the pregnancy, but now none of that even matters. "This woman right here is "a pick me" she even does the air quotes, "who has been behind your daddy for years, trying to get even a second of his attention. She's like a roach that never goes away. Now she is inside my house. Someone better start talking," mom says very calmly, and Rae bursts out in laughter; so does auntie Alabama, who goes straight for her sister. My auntie Dallas and auntie Ali defend mom so much. Even when mom can, they would rather do everything for her. They have said many times how
