WHERE IT ALL STARTED

Hey, what’s up it’s me Telly.
I will tell you a little about who I am.
I am a straight forward, understanding, considerate person.
Lol, not to tute my own horn or anything that is just how it is.
You can love it, or hate it, like it, or not.
You could remember me, or forget me.
It’s up to you but here it goes, how I became the taxi girl.
It all started out when I was a little girl. My Father was a limousine driver he
use to drive limousines for people in the industry. I would go on runs with him
and got to meet a lot of people too. I want to drive limousines when I
grow up daddy just like you. That is the coolest job ever, I would say.
My father did not approve he would tell me how dangerous it was to drive
any kind of cab.
He would then tell me about how people will try and rob you, kill you
and in my case even rape because I was a girl. I would say, but daddy I would
be safe and grown I would know how to protect myself. He then would say baby
girl only if you knew. Listen, he would say you are young, the only thing you
have to think about in that mind of yours is school. I then would say I know, I
know, I still think it’s cool then we would laugh over ice cream cones.
My father would say Telly, you are better than that you do not have to
drive for anyone he would say. You can be a Doctor, Lawyer whatever you set
your mind to. I was a little smart mouth so I said, I have. A limo driver
for celebrities we laughed again.

One day I came home from school and everyone was acting weird. I asked what
was wrong why is you all sad. My Mother told me that my Father had died.
I thought she was joking at least I wanted her to be, but who played games like
that. I couldn’t believe it for a while I was in denial, I just didn’t
understand what had happened. I was told that my father had a bad heart that
he had a pacemaker, and it had stopped working. I had no idea what a pacemaker
was. I was only nine years old. I did not want to believe my father was gone.
My mother didn’t care for him much because he cheated on her with her best
friend and had my sister Katrina, so when she said he had gone to heaven.
I thought she just did not want me to see him anymore, or he did not want to see
me all kinds of things ran through my head except the truth. I could not except it
because I did not know what it was I could not cry, but I was sad.
I had to see for myself. It was my first funeral I ever been to.
My aunt his sister tried to pull him out the casket and everything by
then I was boohooing real loud I’ll never forget it. He was so still and cold.
Somehow I just blocked eveything out literally I could not remember anything for
years. As I got older around eighteen years old I had my first and only dream
of him even to this day. Everything came back. I remembered him…

Continued…..

Written By: Chantell O