"One finds limits by pushing them."
Onika Maraj is a valorous and soft-hearted mother with a great head on her shoulder. So many odds has been stacked against her but Onika always manages to wing herself through any storm no matter how big or stron...
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"Babe. You forgot to make a left– right!"
Beyoncé laughed, shaking her head, and swiftly made another U-turn. I scoffed whereas our kids cheered at her obnoxious swerve.
"Great. Now we're stuck in traffic."
"Relax. I know a couple shortcuts."
"Relax? Beyoncé, we're already running late there's no time to be figuring out mazes." I sassed.
"It'll be fine. We're almost there. Relax mama."
"Bebe I want chocolate ice cream!" Mya exclaimed.
"In the morning sweet pea? What ice cream shop is even open besides Donald's pl—" Beyoncé paused mid sentence as we rode by the shop.
"Please?"
"Yeah, let me just get—"
"No." I objected and glanced back at our scheming children. "It's too early in the morning and yall cannot be late for school. Nope. I'm not having it."
They groaned loudly. "Mommy!"
No other words left my mouth but the stern frighteningly expression written on my face was enough to keep their mouths shut with invisible glue.
"We'll get some after school." Bey uttered.
"Fine." Khalil muttered.
I cut my eyes at her which she reciprocated the same sad, mean look. I rolled my eyes hard and stared out the car window.
After couple more minutes of what seemed to be going in circles, we pulled up to the school. The bell rung and I was anxious to get them out.
No more tardiness.
"Come on, come on, no more lateness!"
"Khalil don't forget to grab your lunch bag."
"Mommy, my seatbelt stuck!" Mya whinged.
"How?– Khalil!" I shouted.
By the time I glanced over my shoulders, Khalil was racing up the path connecting to the entrance. His friends were waiting. I sighed before unlatching my seatbelt.
