“Sunny day sweeping the
clouds away, on my way to where the air is sweet, can you tell me how to get,
how to get to Sesame Street?” The
television in Ameea’s room came on with a blast. Eyes still closed, Kenya felt
around the bed for the remote but had no luck. She completely forgot about the
timer set to help wake Ameea in the mornings. Still searching for the remote to
lower the volume, Kenya rolled over to the left and went crashing to the floor
with a loud thud. Flat on her back, she was instantly reminded that the twin-size
bed in Ameea’s room was much smaller than the king size bed in hers. Kenya
freed herself from the Elmo covers twisted around her legs and got up from the
floor. Rubbing her now throbbing hip, she brushed her teeth, washed her face,
and headed to the kitchen to make Saturday morning breakfast. It had been a
long week and Kenya was looking forward to the day she had planned of much
needed girl time with her BFF, Nikki. The smell of maple bacon, eggs, and
pancakes brought Ameea to the kitchen.
