What do you do?
What do you mean? I don’t sit around and write poetry and manuscripts. I have a real job and I’m a mother.
Why don’t your parents watch your daughter?
My parents are dead. When my father was alive he wouldn’t, he was gambling and wandering streets. I only saw him a few times a year.
Do you have other family?
Five siblings spread all over the place. I know what you’re going to ask me and the answer is no. It’s next to impossible for them to see my daughter and even me.
What happened to your parents?
Is this an interrogation about my family or you’re trying to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong? My mother died of cancer in 2017. My father was hit and killed by a car the day before Thanksgiving in 2020.
We didn’t know you were applying to be a cop. Why? It doesn’t seem like you.
Do you know me? No. I’m bored with my life and I found an opportunity and applied. Also, maybe it has to do with my mother. She was a security guard and I thought she was a cop when I was little because she chased some bad guy and got him arrested.
Blah blah blah blah blah. Why? How?
What? I wasn’t paying attention. I strongly suggest you back the fuck off. You don’t know me or what I’m capable of.