The homecoming lasted all of two weeks.
As quickly as she fell back into my home
She's falling out again — my daughter and my grandson.
For the past two weeks, my typically quiet home
has been turned
There has been some laughing.
But there's been more screaming. Hitting. Smoking. Crying, too.
Dear God, I'm ready for normalcy.
Of me, she says, "You're too proper."
Of herself, she says, "I'm too "ghetto-fabulous."
"The two don't mix," she says.
Still, I'm deeply saddened.
While at the same time, I'm relieved.
But I won't be fooled—
The story doesn't end here.