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My parents are beginning to worry. I turned 32 this year and still, no one.
The conversation with my mother went something like…
“When is your birthday?”
“It’s tomorrow, mom!”
“Raatid (Jamaica expletive), tomorrow’s the 20th?”
“Yes, mom. Don’t forget to call me.” I joked.
“You know Krystal, I was telling someone the other day.
My daughter is going to be 32 and I have never seen her with a man.”
Thanks, mom. Thanks. Mom didn’t mean any harm. But as they say, the truth hurts.
Throwing up walls of defense I snap, “What do you want me to do, go stand on a street corner?”
Feeling the need to apologize I cower, “I know mom.
Explaining single is even harder with my father.
I don’t get to spend a lot of time with him because he lives in Jamaica.
The last break between our visits was two years.
But as I prepare American goodies and gifts for him and my stepmom, I can’t help but think (with much anticipation and anxiety) I wish I were bringing them someone and not just something.
During my flight over the Caribbean, my mind is consumed. I’m conjuring up new excuses for why I am returning to Jamaica alone.
No one is asking me for an explanation. But I feel an obligation.
I know my dad simply wants the best for me.
“I pray for you, you know?” he said as we sat on our balcony in Tower Isles.
“I pray that you would meet someone who takes care of you and loves you. That you’ll have kids and a family.”
Thanks dad, Thanks.