"It was as nice offer," she thought to herself pacing around her grandmother's apartment, "there were years I don't make that much!"
A part of her felt insulted or more accurately she thought she should feel insulted but for some reason didn't. The money would go a long way in paying her bills, getting her hair done, etc. etc. Her mind kept running in circles of what she can do with $10,000.
Still, she was engaged or as her friends teased her "engaged to be engaged". Her fiancΓ©e got himself into a hot mess by hanging out with some punks who ran at the first sign of trouble and he got left holding the bag. Literally, he was dumb enough to be holding the bag of the shit they all stole. She was mad for a while after that, it was his 3rd strike and the judge did not look too favorably on letting him off as easily as previous judges. Two years, two years he was going to be away from two kids that he fathered. And now she was the one left alone holding the bag -- the diaper bags, the grocery bags, and everything in between. Eventually she gave in and started to visit him, not everyone in the family approved, some thought she could do better. At times she did too but she was in love with him ever since she was a freshman in high school. She knew he would not be able to provide her with the life she dreamt of but did that matter if they were in love?
She picked up the phone, slowly unlocked it, and scrolled off to the Facebook messenger app. Her finger lingered on the FB symbol before finally clicking on it. The message she read earlier that day was still up, it simply read:
"Hello Daneeka,
Your Auntie told me that you were having money problems with Darian being in jail and you having to take care of the young ones by yourself. I would like to help but as you know, nothing in this life is free. I have written a check in your name for $10,000. If you are interested in learning more, reply back with what you are wearing. Be descriptive. If I do not hear back by 9 PM, I will assume you are not interested.