Lydine Beauvais

The Failure

The click of her red bottoms pounded the pavement heavily, as she stepped out of her black escalade, the wave of flashes strike her like unexpected waves hit the sand. As the bodyguards stand on either side of her, she emerges like the sun in the dawn. Dressed in her silver Vera Wang gown, with a sheer mesh back and thigh high slit. Her silver red bottoms to match as she clutches her custom made Birking bag she forces a smile and waves to the crowd. They were here for her, to see her open her 10th location, as she takes it all in the smell of the city clashes with her Tom Ford, black orchid perfume. Who would of thought that 10 years ago Reine and her Son Prince would be one of the wealthiest black woman on the Forbes list, for 10 years ago they were laid in the back of her 2007 Honda Accord, under a comforter cold, hungry and homeless. For a moment she remembers the pain, the tears and the want to die for she felt like a failure. Everyone abandoned her, she held her son as the warm, large, salty tears roll down her brown cheeks onto the comforter that she used to keep her son warm. “Reine! Reine! Reine!” The crowd cheers in Unison and she snaps back to reality. Her walk was light, her shoulders back, her head to the sky, as she continued to wave at the crowd, stopping for pictures, autographs and brief chats. As she walked toward the the modern, glass skyscraper overlooking the city, a big red bow and scissors awaited her. It was in the car, 10 years ago she made a decision to help out the community if she made it out of her situation, she wanted to change the world so no mother, child or human being will ever feel the emotions and thoughts she felt at her lowest. Tears began to form, but she took a deep breath and looked up, she spoke to everyone for coming out, for those involved in building her dream, and those who have supported her. As she cut the red bow that stood between her and the front doors, she felt for once in her life, important and worth it! Another family shelter, equipped with on site assistance for housing, credit, STEM courses for children and adults, a 3 story library, full gym, Olympic size swimming pool, and so much more. Sleeping in shelters, cars and couch hopping was not the best experience for her and her son. Most of the shelters had mice, roaches, unkept facilities, she wanted people going through the worst stages in their lives to feel special, to not have to sleep where mice are crawling around the walls and dirty bathrooms. As she entered the doors to the new family shelter, a tear fell down her cheek and she remembered how good it felt to help others.