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| Justin | Mar 30 2010, 10:16 PM Post #1 |
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The remaining coffee left in the cup that stands alone on the kitchen table is stale and has been stale for a while now. The cup had been sitting in the same spot for nearly two hours causing the smear of lipstick to become a permanent imprint on the white porcelain. A glass ashtray is slid across the table coming to a stop within inches of hitting the cup. The freshly lit cigarette is gently placed in the appropriate slit etched out in the glass, the trail of smoke quickly rising to the ceiling where the blades of the ceiling fan spread the hazardous waste throughout the room. The eight by ten black and white photo of a beautiful blonde hair seven year old child is set on the table with extreme care. The worn and tattered fingers follow the contours of the child’s face. Both the index and middle finger are pressed against the ruby red lips of the grandmother and perfectly placed on the child’s forehead leaving behind a glimmer of red. “I’m sorry baby girl” the quivering voice says only audible to her. Seconds later a salty tear drop filled with grief splashes onto the picture. The sob comes next quickly turning into an uncontrollable cry. Soon after, the tears soak the picture which in turns smears the ink. “Please forgive me” she says through the cries. Reaching behind her the obviously hurt grandmother grabs the telephone, but instead of dialing a number she just stares at it. The thought of what she is about to do crippling her movement. What she was about to do she did not want to do, but she knows that it has to be done for the good of the little girl. There are few things in the world that are certain and one of those things is the importance of a father in child’s life. Wiping the tears away and clearing her throat she gathers the confidence to start dialing the number. She pauses before pressing the last number to reassure herself that she was indeed doing the right thing. Finally, she presses the last number and holds the phone up to her ear. “You have reached the voice mail of….” She hangs up not wanting to leave a message. Her blood pressure starts to rise, but she doesn’t know why because she knew he wouldn’t answer. That is his nature he doesn’t have a care in the world. Until now! Yes, everything was about to change for him and the thought of this helped ease her sobbing. The good lord above must have read her mind because her phone rings seconds later on the caller id displays his name. “Why didn’t you answer the first time I called Roscoe?” she asks with a scornful tone. “Sorry mother I was busy and couldn’t answer. Did you need something?” Did she need anything? Well yeah she needed a lot of things, but she knows now is not the time to go down that avenue. She called for one thing and one thing only and this one thing was about to rock his world. “Yes, actually I called to tell you something son. It’s about Nicole…” her voice starts to trail off. “What about her? Is something wrong?” “No, nothing is wrong with her, but it is about her. Roscoe….Jessica called me this morning because once again she could not get in contact with you. She was crying hysterically wondering why you don’t want to be a part of your daughter’s life and if you are not going to take care of her, why you can’t at least pay the child support you are supposed to…” “But mom…” he interjects. “Let me finish boy! Ever since Nicole was born I have gone out of my way to make sure I didn’t get in your business with Jessica, but at some point I am going to have to draw the line and I’m drawing that line now. You have yet to pay a penny of child support and quite frankly I am tired of paying it for you. Under any other circumstance you would be sitting in a jail cell right now for not paying child support, but I have been so gracious to help you out and pay it for you. I’m not doing that anymore Roscoe! I’m tired of getting the same phone call every two weeks from Jessica saying she can’t get a hold of you and she its time for the child support. I paid her today, but from the this day forward it is up to you to pay child support and if you don’t I will personally go down to the police station and file charges against you. It is time to take care of your responsibilities and its time for you to step up and be a man and a father!” Roscoe is speechless feeling like he just got hit by a bus. He opens his mouth to talk but nothing comes out but the aroma of a stale dry mouth. A tear forms in the corner of his eye, but he quickly wipes it away. He takes a deep breath to regain his composure and to think of he is going to respond. “I….I…understand mom. I should have been taking care of my responsibilities all along, but I will start now. And I want to thank you for….for helping me out….and…and also helping Nicole. I will find a way to repay you….I promise” Roscoe stutters. “If you say so!” his mother scorns before hanging up. Roscoe’s mother slams the phone down on the table and a waterfall of tears begins to roll down her cheeks. Her fear is that Roscoe will drop the ball and continue to not take care of Nicole, but she could no longer stand by his actions and continue to support her grandchild when her father couldn’t do it. She has no problem being there for her, but she cannot take care of her. She has raised two kids on her own already and doesn’t want to make it a third. Her heart feels like it has just been pierced with a knife leaving her to die. No matter the pain and guilt she was feeling she knew that it was time to make her son become a man…..a real man. She gets up from the table makes her way to her bedroom and climbs into bed, losing herself in the covers hoping Roscoe will become the father her husband never was. ---------------------------------------------- A stunned Roscoe lets go of his grip on the telephone causing it to fall directly on his big toe. However the recent events have his mind and body oblivious to the pain. His mind works in overdrive trying to process the conversation with his mother as he looks at a picture of his daughter resting on his dresser. Rising from his bed he grabs the picture and stares into big beautiful blue eyes that she gets from her daddy. Up until now he had never took the time to think why he is not apart of his daughter’s life. He never had to because his mind set was that he never wanted a child and that he was trapped by Jessica. However after talking with his mother he knew that had to change. It was something in her voice……the tone….it was her tone of voice that struck a cord inside the depths of his soul. Picking up his phone off the ground Roscoe flips it open dialing the number for Jessica. He hesitantly puts the phone to his ear and listens to the ringing. Two rings later she answers. “Hello Roscoe…..I must say this is a surprise” she answers cynically. “Hi Jessica….here is the deal…..do not call my mom anymore about Nicole. From now on I will be paying the child support and I will answer the phone whenever you call.” “Ummm..o…okay. And how do you plan on paying?” “I am going to the bank tomorrow to open a checking account. I will send you a check every two weeks.” “Sounds good to me, but I will go ahead and say that I won’t believe it until I see it” she replies with an attitude. “Yeah whatever! Put my daughter on the phone” he demands. A few seconds pass while Jessica finds Nicole, “Hello?” “Hey baby its daddy” he answers with a smile on his face. For the next twenty minutes Roscoe Shame carries on a full-fledged conversation with his daughter for the first time in both of their lives. He was finally changing….. Better late than never! |
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