Love and war

Chapter 1: moving to the left

"Lena ! Hurry up ! "
"Alright ma dag! "
Today was my last day in boring old Cincinnati Ohio. My mom just got promoted to the VP job for Victoria secrets marketing company in LA,California. My mom , Brenda Jackson, has always loved to design lingerie since she was a teenager. She was one of the best African American employee the had. Her family was from AL, Georgia but moved here when she was 10.
" SELENA ANGELINA MARIE CRUZ, if you don't get your light ass down her right now , I'm go come up there and beat yo ass black! "
I hurried laced up my new Jordan's, the retros, pulled my curly hair into a bun and ran downstairs.
" ma chill I had to make sure I had everything."
My mom, at 40 years old , with her 5'5 frame , Caramel complexion and medium length hair was a force to be reckoned with when she was mad.
" Lena we have a flight to catch in 30 minutes and your taking your precious time, estás loco?"
"Claro que no, mami !"
Now you may be wondering what to black women doing speaking Spanish, but what you don't know is, I'm not fully black.
My mom majored in design and Spanish language in college at the Art institute of Atlanta. she met my dad her junior year and had me after she graduated. My dad Rafaela Angelo Cruz was from Cuba. He was a top gang leader of the Santo Diablos. He passed it down to my unlce but he was murdered when I was 7 years old. my mom and I moved to Cinci after that.
"What ever Lena , lets go"
We left our empty house and drove to the airport. We got to the airport right on time it was the second call for our flight.
mom was ahead of me and already bordered. I was right behind her when I was suddenly knocked over.
" Oh shoot ,I'm sorry."
As I got up and picked up my bag I looked up to see what big MufUcka knocked me over.
"Are you ok, " the stranger said
"Yea I'm good," I said finally looking up into the most beautiful blue grayish eyes I've ever seen.
" You sure ?"
I could only stare .... he looked to be 6'4 compared to my 5'4 frame. he was built but not body builder big. his hair was a mass of curls shaped up like a tapered box and. It complimented his light complexion.
"Flight 104 to Los Angeles, this is the final boarding call !"
That knocked me out of lapse.
"I got to go, thank you I'm fine," I told pretty eyes
I gave him one last look before I ran to the door.
" What took you so long?" my mom asked me
"Nada madre nada" I closed my eyes and slept for the rest of the 4 hour flight
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