Mahogany (Episode 7)© Nichel Anderson
Mar 12, 2002
Four years later, 1932, in Paris, France...
The dawn rays cast a wonderful glow across the water banks. The sensational smell of freshen baked and coffee simmered throughout the room added warmth to the scenery outside my window. I did love Paris. The country was filled with intrigue of its culture and way of life. The patrons always provided a warm greeting and continuously showed up in droves to my concerts.
But no other place could compare like Harlem, for I knew deep in my bones that my spirit will lead back there. Back to Mahogany. Even though a few years had passed, my heart and soul was still embedded in the walls, aura, and legacy of my father's nightclub and home. Mahogany continued to call me during the night hours. Calling me to return home - back to my roots and back to deal with the lie I told years ago out of fear and insecurity.
The time was now, and I needed to get up the courage and do what I must. I have to be strong. I refocused on the round table before me and smooth my hand across the fine white linen on top. I took a sip of my coffee as I heard sounds in the other room. I smiled. I knew what was making that rattle tac tac noise. The sound eased my worries rising up in my stomach and towards my throat to say what I must do. The noise eased away the burden off my back that seemed to want to take hold of me.
I got up from the table and went to the far corner bedroom passing a floor length mirror exposing my lavendar dress. I slowly opened the door and instantly saw my image of beauty sprawled on the floor with everything, that was moveable in sight, on the floor. I laughed from deep within that continue to give me strength to make a decision.
She looked up, at first scared of my reaction, but then saw the joy in my eyes and smiled like beatuiful sunset in the horizon. She was my baby girl. Four years old and with a mind of her own already. Calita, my daughter, is everything to me and her eyes spoke of her long heritage. Her smile emphasis proud and honor to being a Sands and her facial features highlighted her father softness.
Calita hair was parted in the middle to form wavy
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