Serving the Notice

by Tamyara Brown
(Buffalo, NY)

I knock on the door; my heartbeat is racing. Sweat pouring from my face down to my drawers. This is the first time coming to this residence. I'm waiting patiently, I hear voices so they know I am here. So I bang again over and over. I look at the door number 301 Lakeview Park. Yes, the address is correct. They knew I was coming. So why won't they open the door?

I'm all dressed up in what I consider to be my finest. My hair is done and makeup just right. I'm here ready to serve and do what is requested of me.

I look at someone staring at me. They yell, "You're not welcome go away."

I wish it was that easy. I wish that I could turn around and go home. It's been the plan since I woke up this morning.

I ignore the request for me to leave. I knock, "I called and we talked about this. I hate to be the bearer of bad news. Someone or anyone has to let me in. I'll have to call the authorities."

A woman opens the door face full of tears and desperation on her face. I see two little children and the baby she's holding in her arms. I turn around so she won't see that it got to me. Wipe my eyes flooded with tears, being a mother too. I look at her and I say, "No one's home." I walk away.