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Ending Credits: Part 12

January 11th 1984 (my mums actual birthday in rl )
It was my mumâ??s birthday today so I went to visit; I do what I do 
every time on her birthday except this time is different. I 
bought her a cake and went to her house with my son who she 
hasnâ??t seen yet. Heâ??s 5 months now; heâ??s beginning to look more 
like this dad.
I arrive at my mum and dads house and am greeted by my dad.
Me: hey dad.
Dad: hey (hugs me) oh hello little man (rubbing his cheek) please 
donâ??t do anything stupid.
Me: thatâ??s not an option dad Iâ??m sorry.
Dad: ok fine.
So I went inside and my mum was in the kitchen eating
Mum: oh my dear hello, come to wish me a happy birthday
Me: yes and no 
Mum: darling this has got to stop now look Iâ??m sorry for whatâ??s 
happened I just want my daughter back
Me: so you decide to say this 10 years later?
Mum: I have told you millions of- (smacks cake in her face)
Me: happy birthday mum oh and did you want to see your grandson?
Mum: grandson? I have a grandson?
Me: you didnâ??t know? (Shocked) I thought Michael told you
Mum: nobody has told me anything
Me: Iâ??m sorry
Mum: itâ??s ok 
Me: no Iâ??m really sorry I have been a terrible daughter I 
shouldnâ??t treat you like this, I love you and I want us to be a 
family again
Mum: well Iâ??d love that (smiles)
Me: now clean your face (laughs)
Mum: thanks for that (wiping it off)
Little Cameron started laughing at this grandmother with pie on 
her face.
Mum: come on I made dinner for all of us.
Me: what about Michael?
Mum: oh um I didnâ??t think he would come.
Me: oh course he will heâ??s part of the family right?
Mum: yeah itâ??s just um
Dad: your grandfather is coming
Me: oh no, he best not.
Mum: Iâ??m sorry he comes every time.
Me: great
My racist granddad is coming because Michael is black he will 
start calling him the â??N bombâ??
Just in case you didnâ??t know 
My mother is black and my father is white.
Me: Mum he doesnâ??t even talk to you he just gives you a cookie 
and says hereâ??s your reward you filthy shit.

Mum:â?¦â?¦your right you know what bring Michael in fact bring his 
whole family
It donâ??t matter if your black or white right?.
Me: ok Iâ??ll go pick up Michael.

I left Cameron at my mums and went home I could hear crying from 
the living room.
I walk inside the living room to find Michael on the chair 
crying.
Me: Michael baby whatâ??s wrong? (Hugging him)
Michael: my hand itâ??s- its changing colour.
Me: what? (Looks at his hand) what happened?
Michael: (wipping tears) I donâ??t know I just saw it.
Me: Iâ??ll call a doctor ok?
Michael: yeah.
So I called the doctor and he came straight away and checked 
Michael over.

Doctor: um mr Jackson Iâ??m afraid you have a disease.
Michael: what kind? will it kill me?
Doctor: no of course not, itâ??s a disease called vitiligo it 
destroys the pigmentation of your skin causing you to turn white.
Me: what do we need to do?
Doctor: well Iâ??ll call you in the morning and we will work it out 
(Smiles)
Michael: ok thank you doctor.
The Doctor Left and Michael began to cry really hard
Me: oh baby donâ??t cry itâ??s ok
Michael: I-itâ??s not my skin is changing colour and there is 
nothing I can do.
Me: (hugging him) you can.
Michael: you know the press are going to start saying things 
right?
Me: oh yeah I forgot. Michael we need to go to my motherâ??s itâ??s 
her birthday and we are back together now.
Michael: thatâ??s great (smiles)
Me: thereâ??s my smile, now come on letâ??s get ready.
Me and Michael leave and get to my motherâ??s house but someone 
answered the door that I didnâ??t want to.

Grandad: oh itâ??s you (crossing his hands)
Michael: hi Iâ??m your Grandaughters hu-
Grandad: (interrupting him) yeah I know who you are (muttering 
under his breath)
Me: stop being rude ok treat us with respect this is not your 
house so donâ??t even start.
I hated him so much I couldnâ??t bare talking to him.
Me and Michael Just walk inside the house.
Michael: heâ??s not very nice.
Me: Heâ??s racist heâ??s arrogant I donâ??t like him.
Michael: well I will keep aware.
We all had fun the whole evening until it was time to go.
Grandad: Iâ??m staying in this shanty right?
Mum: excuse me? This is not a shanty house and you are not 
welcome here anymore.
Dad: Dad please.
Me: just go! 
I was getting furious.
Michael: I think you should just leave.
Grandad: fine Iâ??m tired of these Negros.
That was the last time I ever saw him.

Thanks for reading guys xxx next one soon

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