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dick,” I replied with a smirk.
    “Lower your voice with all that dumb shit, asshole. I have company.”
    Once I made my way to the livin’ room, some young dude was sittin’ on the couch wit’ a wife beater and his shoes off lookin’ like he’d made himself right at home. To make matters worse, he had a blunt in his hand and looked high as hell. There was no way I could hold back.
    “You fuckin’ whore! So, you laid up wit’ some nigga in front of my damn daughter? Smokin’ weed and shit! What the hell kind of mother are you? That muthafucka looks half your age!”
    Trixie placed her hands on her small waist. “Don’t come up in here judging me. Besides, if your ass would’a been on time Juanita wouldn’t be here, now would she?”
    “Who the fuck is this nigga?” I shot back muggin’ on the dude.
    “None of your damn business!” Trixie retaliated.
    “Look, man I ain’t here tryna cause no drama. Me and Trixie just met the other day. I mean Trix you cool and all, but I ain’t tryna come between nuffin’,” the dude said, actin’ like a real punk.
    “He’s just my daughter’s father. I don’t fuck with him like that,” Trixie tried to explain.
    “No, bitch don’t try and twist the shit up. I don’t fuck wit’ you like that,” I shot back. “Does this nigga know what kind of connivin’ bitch you are?”
    Just when I was ready to go in on Trixie again, my daughter ran up to me at full speed.
    “Daddy! Daddy!” Juanita screamed full of smiles.
    “Hey, baby girl. How are you?” I quickly scooped her up in my arms.
    “I’m fine. I missed you, Daddy.”
    “I missed you, too, baby,” I said, givin’ her a kiss on her forehead. “You ready to go? Where’s your bag?” When Juanita shrugged her shoulders, I turned back toward Trixie who looked as if she was pleadin’ wit’ the grade school nigga not to go. “Where’s Juanita’s stuff?”
    “In her room. If you wanna take her somewhere, then you pack the damn bag,” Trixie replied in a nasty tone.
    Bitin’ my bottom lip, I wanted to walk up on that bitch and slap the shit out of her ass for disrespectin’ me, but didn’t want Juanita to see me do that to her mother. If I wanted her to grow up to be a strong, black woman and not take shit from a man, I had to lead by example. For once, I had to take the high road.
    At that moment, I walked Juanita upstairs to her room so we could get her stuff together. One good thing I could say about Trixie was that she kept my daughter fly as hell. Her closet was full of Flowers by Zoe, Juicy, and True Religions. She always looked cute…real girly, which I liked. Juanita talked me to death as I packed her bag. Daddy this and Daddy that, is what she constantly said, which made me smile every time she called me that. Over the past few months, I really enjoyed spendin’ time wit’ my baby girl, and hoped she felt the same. I was really tryin’ to be a better father. The last thing I wanted was for our relationship to end up like me and Denie or even me and Juan. I’d obviously failed wit’ both of them somewhere down the line, and didn’t want the same thing to happen again.
    “Daddy, it’s lighting up,” Juanita said, then pointed to the green light illuminatin’ from the top of my phone.
    After takin’ it out of the holster, I looked at the caller-ID. I immediately recognized the 202 number. It was the hospital.
    “Hello,” I answered in my best professional voice.
    “Yes, may I please speak with Mr. Juan Sanchez?”
    “Speakin’. How can I help you?”
    “Hello, this is Dr. Ju calling from Saint Elizabeth’s how are you today?”
    “I’m blessed.” I had to hold back a chuckle from the way I was talkin’. “Mrs. Carter told me to contact you because there was some concern about my ex-wife.”
    “Yes. During our session a few days ago Lisa had what we call a relapse. She attacked me thinking I was your daughter, Denie. We had to sedate her, but she seems to be in a