At the end there's light

By Narleysia N Jones

He mouthed, "I'm sorry." At ten years old was the last time I seen him or heard from him, and it changed my heart forever. She said, "No! Please stop, Jason! Do not touch your daddy; we're just talking!" With these words that was said it lingered through their mind and hearts. Can they really fix what's broken in their families? Is there light

• Language: English
• Publisher: Narleysia Jones
• Release date: Jul 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087965130

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Thank you to my supporters, loved ones, To my editors Neal and Bob, and To My illustrator Licarto.

-Love Narleysia

Roslyn’s Prologue

I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio on the 23rd of January 1994. During my winter birthday month, I was not taken out of the house to play that much because my mother feared I would catch a cold. Even as I got a little older, Mama and Papa would take care of me If I were sick and make salmorejo soup for me.

For a while as a little girl, I looked up to my parents. I thought they were okay together, but maybe it was just what I wanted to believe. By the time I entered fifth grade, I saw the truth with my own eyes: My mama, was in tears in the middle of the night, sitting alone in the living room. I would leave my room and stealthily walk closer to the living room, careful not to make any sounds because my Mama, I would say to myself, is a strong and prideful woman. She did not like anyone seeing her in pain. Yet, I saw her, and I felt her pain, and I could not understand the reason for it. Not until I saw the front door swing open and my Mama charge toward it as my papa was trying to get in.

Where the hell have you been, huh?!

What do you mean, where have I been? He estado trabajando todo el dia! he said angrily.

I understood he said he had been working all day. I only understood this because I was able to pick up a little Spanish that he taught me when I was a little girl. My papa is Mexican; Mama is Black.

I continued standing in the hall by the living room because I wanted to know exactly what was going on. I could not understand why my mama was being this way when he said he was just working.

I saw you with that slut again! It was earlier today; she came to see you at your damn job? How long have you been messing with her for her to know that you worked there? Do you ever think about how much you are disrespecting me? Hurting Roslyn?! she said as she pushed him against the door. My papa ... he turned red in the face.

Look, look, Ella no es nadie, solo una amiga. Give me some space, okay?

Give you some space? She is nobody! How about you just get out of my face and stay away from Roslyn, my daughter!

She's my daughter, too! Get that right! I'm not leaving her because you are angry over your illusions.

It was a lie because my Mama had evidence: pictures of my papa kissing the woman at parties and meeting her family... My mama threw them in his face.

Illusions, right. Thanks to my cousin, I got these. There was a brief silence. Cat got your tongue? Like I said, just stay away. I am tired of hurting and pretending when every night you are on top of her, and I must be strong for Roslyn and pretend everything is fine when I tuck her in ... You never deserve me.

She started shedding tears. I started crying too, and they heard me and looked in my direction.

Rosie, my papa said, sniffling as he tried walking up to me, but my mama jumped in front of me and told him to go before she called the cops.

Papa backed away in tears and waved goodbye to me and mouthed I am sorry. At ten years old was the last time I seen him or heard from him, and it changed my heart forever.

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Jason's Prologue

It was August 18th when my mother had me in 1992. We were living in Dallas in a big country place. Yup, just little ole me, my mother and my deadbeat daddy. My mom is white and Dominican with brown curly hair down to her waist and eyes blue as the sky. My deadbeat daddy was also white with jet black hair with the height of Dwayne Johnson. The reason why I call him a dead beat because he treated my mother like crap, and he did not do any better with me. I can remember it like it was yesterday because it had such an effect on me. I was just twelve when I was coming home from junior high school and walked into my family's trailer hearing screaming.

Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, telling me you're going to stay with your parents because you need someone to talk to you? I'm right here! My