Saturday came and Tasha was already ringing the doorbell loudly, thank God it was just me at home. I mean it was just 12 and I was about to get to the most beautiful part of my sleep. Sanitation on Saturdays in a black household is a must, so I've had a pretty exhausting morning but I feel a little better now after sleeping for a few hours.

Standing at my doorstep was Tasha, with a pink sundress and sandals with paper bags hanging from her arms.

She trotted in like she owned the place. "Yeah, come right in," I muttered sarcastically.

Shutting the door with my foot, I follow...