Loyalty Over Royalty Read Online Free PDF
Author: T'Anne Marie
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Rashad had been living and sleeping in the streets for weeks. He would get on the bus and just ride, when he saw somewhere he wanted to go he got off. The money he had was long gone, so every time the sun went down he found someone to rob. He would sleep on random porches hoping someone would find him and feel sorry enough to help him out. One particular morning his wish came true. He was sleep on a porch and awakened by an elderly woman. “Sugar are you okay, do you need some help?” Grams asked as she shook him. Rashad jumped in shock out of his sleep and looked up at her.
“I’m so sorry ma’am, I just needed a place to sleep,” he replied getting up to gather his things.
“No, no sugar no need to be sorry. Are you hungry? I could make you a nice hot breakfast,” Grams said in concern.
That was like music to his ears, “Yes ma’am, that would be nice,” he replied with a warm smile.
“Well come on in baby,” she said holding the door open and letting him in. Rashad was filthy. His clothes and belongings were black and smelled like trash. His light colored skin was dirty and his curly hair had lent and dirt balls in it. Grams couldn’t stand to see him like that. She had a soft spot for all children, and she was going to make sure she looked out for him.
“Baby would you like to take a nice warm bath and get cleaned up?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied. He couldn’t believe that this lady who didn’t know anything about him was treating him so nicely. Grams headed up the stairs to prepare the water for him. While she was upstairs, Rashad gave himself a tour of the house. He couldn’t believe the house was so nice. By the looks of the outside he thought it would be regular, not all fancy. The house had beautiful hardwood floors. The living room held a pretty white, pink, and blue floral sofa and love seat. There was a big white floral rug in the center of the floor that matched the couches. On top was a gold plated coffee table with a big round glass top. There were two small coffee tables exactly like the big one on each end of the sofa and love seat. Up against the wall was a big gold plated stand with glass shelves filled with family photos. Rashad stood there and observed the photos, they made him think of his parents. He knew that if they were still alive, he wouldn’t be where he was. He knew he would still be living a normal 11-year-old life. He grew angrier every second as he was thinking about it. Tears began to fill his eyes and he began to ball up his fist. He wanted to take his anger out on someone so bad.
“Come on baby, your bath is all ready for you,” Grams said interrupting his thoughts. He didn’t even hear her walk up behind him. Rashad quickly wiped the tears from his eyes before turning to face her. “By the way, what’s your name sugar? I was so worried about you I didn’t even bother to ask.”
“Rashad Smalls Jr.” he replied.
“Rashad, that’s a nice name! Well Rashad, you go up there and you get cleaned up while I fix you breakfast you hear. I put fresh towels and clothes on the sink for you.”
“Thank you so much,” Rashad said gratefully and headed up the stairs. When he got to the bathroom he was speechless. Grams ran him a bath filled with bubbles. His mother always use to put bubbles in his bath water, so by Grams doing it made him feel at home. Rashad took off his clothes and immediately hopped in. He hadn’t had a bath in weeks so the water felt like heaven. He stayed in the bath for about 45 minutes.
After thoroughly cleaning himself, he got out, dried himself, and put on the t-shirt and basketball shorts Grams laid out for him. He was too ashamed for her to see how dirty her tub was so he cleaned it before heading down to the kitchen. When Rashad got downstairs his food was on the table waiting for him. Grams had fixed him cream of wheat, eggs, sausage, and toast with a glass of orange juice to drink.
“Go
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Rashad had been living and sleeping in the streets for weeks. He would get on the bus and just ride, when he saw somewhere he wanted to go he got off. The money he had was long gone, so every time the sun went down he found someone to rob. He would sleep on random porches hoping someone would find him and feel sorry enough to help him out. One particular morning his wish came true. He was sleep on a porch and awakened by an elderly woman. “Sugar are you okay, do you need some help?” Grams asked as she shook him. Rashad jumped in shock out of his sleep and looked up at her.
“I’m so sorry ma’am, I just needed a place to sleep,” he replied getting up to gather his things.
“No, no sugar no need to be sorry. Are you hungry? I could make you a nice hot breakfast,” Grams said in concern.
That was like music to his ears, “Yes ma’am, that would be nice,” he replied with a warm smile.
“Well come on in baby,” she said holding the door open and letting him in. Rashad was filthy. His clothes and belongings were black and smelled like trash. His light colored skin was dirty and his curly hair had lent and dirt balls in it. Grams couldn’t stand to see him like that. She had a soft spot for all children, and she was going to make sure she looked out for him.
“Baby would you like to take a nice warm bath and get cleaned up?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied. He couldn’t believe that this lady who didn’t know anything about him was treating him so nicely. Grams headed up the stairs to prepare the water for him. While she was upstairs, Rashad gave himself a tour of the house. He couldn’t believe the house was so nice. By the looks of the outside he thought it would be regular, not all fancy. The house had beautiful hardwood floors. The living room held a pretty white, pink, and blue floral sofa and love seat. There was a big white floral rug in the center of the floor that matched the couches. On top was a gold plated coffee table with a big round glass top. There were two small coffee tables exactly like the big one on each end of the sofa and love seat. Up against the wall was a big gold plated stand with glass shelves filled with family photos. Rashad stood there and observed the photos, they made him think of his parents. He knew that if they were still alive, he wouldn’t be where he was. He knew he would still be living a normal 11-year-old life. He grew angrier every second as he was thinking about it. Tears began to fill his eyes and he began to ball up his fist. He wanted to take his anger out on someone so bad.
“Come on baby, your bath is all ready for you,” Grams said interrupting his thoughts. He didn’t even hear her walk up behind him. Rashad quickly wiped the tears from his eyes before turning to face her. “By the way, what’s your name sugar? I was so worried about you I didn’t even bother to ask.”
“Rashad Smalls Jr.” he replied.
“Rashad, that’s a nice name! Well Rashad, you go up there and you get cleaned up while I fix you breakfast you hear. I put fresh towels and clothes on the sink for you.”
“Thank you so much,” Rashad said gratefully and headed up the stairs. When he got to the bathroom he was speechless. Grams ran him a bath filled with bubbles. His mother always use to put bubbles in his bath water, so by Grams doing it made him feel at home. Rashad took off his clothes and immediately hopped in. He hadn’t had a bath in weeks so the water felt like heaven. He stayed in the bath for about 45 minutes.
After thoroughly cleaning himself, he got out, dried himself, and put on the t-shirt and basketball shorts Grams laid out for him. He was too ashamed for her to see how dirty her tub was so he cleaned it before heading down to the kitchen. When Rashad got downstairs his food was on the table waiting for him. Grams had fixed him cream of wheat, eggs, sausage, and toast with a glass of orange juice to drink.
“Go