Chelsea's POV

"Hey mom, what do you wanna do today? I'm off from work until after Christmas!" I shout coming through the door from work, "Isn't that awesome? I don't have to work Christmas Day!" I say excitedly

"Really?" I hear momma shout from the other room.

"Yeah momma!" I replied.

I see my mother walking briskly to the front door bringing in a hug, "Oh baby that's great!"

"I know right! What do you want to do? Get something to eat? Because I'm starving," I suggested.

"Eat? But you are home from work early, like 1pm, like an HOUR before lunch. Didn't you eat the food you prepared this morning for us? It was tasty by the way," Momma told me.

"Oh yeah of course I ate! How could I forget? My stomach kept reminding me to eat hahaha," I laughed. I walk inside the house and went in the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took out an apple. I started to eat and soon after I see that my mother followed behind.

"Chelsea you are a picky eater, what's with all the big appetite like dang child," my mother realised.

I just thought about it and realised myself. Yeah why am I so hungry all of a sudden? Maybe it's a harmless faze, possibly. I take another bite out of my apple and thought more about it. "I honestly don't know what happened mamma, maybe it's a faze," I finalised. I eventually finished my apple and threw it in the trash.

"Yeah maybe," Momma agreed. She shrugged and made her way to the living room.

I gasped and followed her, "Momma!"

"Chelsea," she imitated.

"Switch on the television and convert to channel 12!" I said excited with a grin on my face.

"What? Why?" My mother asked obviously confused.

"Because my baby is on there dammit!" I say jumping into the couch with my grin never coming off.

"Chelsea Aliyah!" My mother called, I looked up at her as she gained my attention, "language dear," my mother said.

I giggle of embarrassment, "Sorry momma, I got excited," I explained.

"Please no," my mother begged.

"Yes momma,"

"That's my girl."

Momma switched the television to channel 12 and there he was, Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, on that stage, doing his job. I smile of warmth seeing my Mikey singing, smiling, laughing and having the time if his life. We kinda caught the show halfway but that was the good part anyway.

"February" I repeated in my head. "Only February".