Streets of New York. Mark Anthony

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       I’mma break bread

       So you can be livin’ it up

       Shit I part’s wit nuthin’

       Y’all be frontin’…

      “Fuck it!” he mumbled, throwing back the covers and rising. “She gotta get up anyway,” he said referring to his company in the next room. He stepped out of bed clad only in his red, silk boxers and quickly pressed the power button on the stereo shutting off the loud rap.

       We spendin’ cheese

       Check ‘em out now

       Big pimpin’

       On B.L.A.D.’s

       We doin’ big pimpin’ up in NYC

       It’s just that Jigga-man, Pimp-C and

       B.U.N.B.

       Check ‘em out now…

      He headed to the second bedroom and peered in at her sound asleep. She was looking so peaceful he thought he should give her five more minutes. Maybe go downstairs and make a quick cup of tea, then come back and wake her.

      “Nah, fuck that, she can’t be late again,” he thought aloud, staring at the time. It would soon be seven. Promise walked into the bedroom and sat gently down on the bed next to her. He silently looked at his three-year old daughter, Ashley.

      “Ashley, get up,” he said shaking his daughter gently. “Ashley, it’s time to get up for school.”

      Ashley didn’t respond to her father’s gentle nudges. She was sound asleep.

      “Ashley, c’mon, we gotta get you ready for school.”

      Promise threw the covers off his daughter and smiled when he saw her in her Dora the Explorer pajamas looking so cute with her hair nicely braided up and nestled against her pillow.

      He picked his daughter up in his arms still trying to wake her gentle, “C’mon, baby-girl, you wanna stay up wit’ daddy all night and now you can’t get up in the morning. I’m gonna have to start putting you to bed earlier.”

      Ashley slowly opened her eyes. “Daddy, I don’t wanna go to school,” she said.

      “Why not?”

      “Because I’m tired.”

      Promise chuckled to himself. “You still going to school. You can take a nap later.”

      “Daddy, daddy I wanna sleep.”

      “Ahight, when you get home tonight you’re going to bed early. Okay, baby girl?”

      “Daddy…”

      Promise picked his daughter up in his arms and carried her off to the bathroom to get her washed. He bathed his daughter at night so it was easier to get her ready in the mornings. All he had to do was use a washcloth and have her brush her teeth in the mornings.

      “Ashley, brush your teeth properly now. We can’t have you going to daycare with your breath stinking, okay.”

      Ashley stared at her father holding the toothbrush in his hand. The water was rapidly coming from the sink. This was part of their morning routine. His daughter knew what was up by now. First brush your teeth then wash your face. Then Ashley had breakfast.

      Promise left her in the bathroom trusting that his daughter wouldn’t give him any problems this morning. Yesterday, he went into the kitchen for ten minutes to start up breakfast. When he came back into the bathroom to check on his daughter, he found her fast asleep again on the bathroom floor. He laughed at first but had to get serious, telling her to get up and get ready for daycare.

      He went into the kitchen to prepare oatmeal for his baby girl. She loved it along with Fruit Loops and candy. Promise also knew that his daughter needed to eat healthy too. He didn’t want his baby girl growing up with weak bones. She was spoiled but not completely rotten.

      After starting the oatmeal, he made a fresh kettle for his tea and then returned back to the bathroom to see his daughter still brushing her teeth and playing with the water. It was almost overflowing onto the floor.

      “Ashley, what the hell you doing?”

      “Brushin’ my teeth, Daddy.”

      “You getting water all over the floor and look at your shirt! Damn girl! Why you always gotta make a mess?” He barked, stepping into the bathroom, shutting off the water and removing the toothbrush from her hand. “C’mon, you gotta get dressed.”

      He carried his daughter back into her bedroom and removed her damp pajamas tossing them to the floor. Promise shook his head peering down at her as she looked up at him, smiling. She was a mess.

      “I wanna watch cartoons, Daddy. I wanna watch Wiggles,” she said.

      Wiggles was one of Ashley’s favorite morning cartoons. Watching it would certainly distract her and he didn’t need that.

      “Later, we gotta get you dressed for school now.”

      “But I wanna watch Wiggles, Daddy.”

      “Ashley, don’t start today, okay?”

      She started pouting, folding her arms across her chest and displaying her disagreement with her father’s decision. Promise put lotion on his daughter.

      “Daddy, can I please watch Wiggles? Please, daddy.”

      Promise sighed, giving into his daughter’s demand. He searched for the remote to her TV, and turned to Wiggles. Ashley smiled, “Thank you, Daddy.”

      “Yeah, okay.”

      Promise glanced at the time. It was 7:15 a.m. He needed to be out the door by 7:45, so he’d able to reach his 8:30 appointment across town in Brooklyn. He hurried his daughter to get dressed, throwing her into her uniform, a yellow buttoned down shirt, checkered green and yellow skirt, and her cute little shoes. Then he carried his daughter into the kitchen, sat her at the table and placed a small bowl of oatmeal in front of her, telling her to eat.

      “Daddy, I want honey and my juice,” Ashley requested.

      Rushing to the fridge and pouring his daughter a cup of red Kool Aid, Promise let out a loud sigh. He then turned on the TV in the kitchen and set the channel to Wiggles keeping his daughter preoccupied with her breakfast and her favorite show.

      He rushed into the bedroom to get dressed. There was not enough time to shower so he washed, quickly brushing his teeth, threw on cologne and quickly put on his gray Sean John jeans, a blue Rocawear T-shirt, and beige Timberlands. Promise scurried back into kitchen to tend to his daughter.

      “You finish?” he asked.

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