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Morning, everybody. Morning.

Hey, Dad.

Dear diary, things really sucked since Mo left home.

We hardly eat together anymore.

Even Hakeem just grabs his grub and jets.

He says, and I quote, the atmosphere of discord we're experiencing is ill

conducive to salubrious digestion.

Hakeem's trying to get into college.

I just wish Mo would come back home.

always grumpy, playing about everything I do.

I don't know, Hakeem.

Maybe Andel's going through the change or something.

Why don't you just move back home?

I know you want to. Because my dad hasn't changed.

Besides, everything will be cool once I get Andel straight.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Hey, Mom.

What's up, man? How you doing? How you doing, Mom?

Charlie, Hakeem, that's all the flowers you got?

Man, you know how many funerals I have to sit through to get these?

Antonio, I think you have kept us in... It's long enough. Come on, let me see

the design for the homecoming photo.

All right, cool, all right.

But understand that my art is metaphorical.

It's a means of expressing a message from deep inside.

It's my inner child saying, create, Antonio. Oh, God, please show us the

Behold, the Crenshaw Cougar.

That's dope. That's bank. That's snagglepuss.

Don't forget, vote for Niecy for homecoming queen. The only candidate

real platform.

I'm so trained.

Hey, everybody.

Hey. Hola, muchacho.

And happy Kwanzaa, sister girl.

All right. We'll pass these out to everybody you know and tell them to vote

me.

Well, don't I get some?

Do you go to Crenshaw?

I wish.

Well, I can't be paying for your wishes.

These copies cost a nickel apiece.

Oh, what the heck?

Camp One is a memento.

I know exactly where to put this.

Well, anyway, I have to go. My public awaits.

Who does she think she is? Evita? I don't know, but if she wins, I'm going

lead the peasant uprising.

Yeah, let her eat cake.

have her dream.

Malisha. Honey, what are you doing here?

I'm just helping out with the homecoming.

Well, why aren't you helping out with Bridgewood's homecoming?

They hired Martha Stewart.

Gee, I don't know. I just really want to be with my friends.

I know, honey.

Don't forget, your grandmother's coming into town today and she's going to

expect to see you at dinner tonight.

Okay, I'll be there.

She'll also expect to see you at your father's birthday party.

Well, I guess I'll be there, too, for Grandma.

Oh, when you all see Niecy, please tell her the next time she uses the school

copier, it's detention.

Spray cheese and crackers.

Yeah, baby.

Julia Child don't know nothing about this.

Let's hope she never finds out.

Baby? Yeah?

I saw Moesha at Crenshaw today.

She seems to miss Crenshaw almost as much as she misses being at home.

Why? And Elle doesn't have cable?

She said she was going to join us this evening.

Oh, I'm sure Mom will be glad to see her.

Now, Frank, you know Moesha wants to come home?

The mo knows she can come home any time she wants to. She's just being pig

-headed. And I wonder where she gets that from.

Oh, Mom, when you pack all this stuff up in here, you knew you couldn't carry

it. That sounds like my people.

Hey,

Bertie. Hey, man. Hey.

Hey.

I see you got Halle Berry with you. You know, she must be in this suitcase.

Oh, Frankie, give your mama some love.

Mama, good to see you.

Andy, it's good to see you.

Oh, Ruth, you look wonderful.

Grandma! Baby!

What you bringing? Oh, Miles.

Oh, it's okay. I just hope it fits.

Did you bring the receipt?

Miles.

Mama, I just hope that you're hungry, because Dee made a reservation at this

trendy new restaurant. The food's great.

Oh, but you didn't have to do all that. A nice home -cooked meal would have been

fine with me. She didn't home -cook. I hope you brought her with you.

Bernie, you know I cook.

Oh, yeah?

Quick, where's the stove?

I'll show you.

When I cook up an authentic... authentic Jamaican feast for my Frank's birthday

party. Yeah, Mama D will have every ox in L .A. running for cover.

Did you say ox?

I'll take an antacid. I'm sure I'll be okay.

Oh, Ruth, you've had a long flight.

Bernie, why don't you help your mother upstairs with her bags?

Why, Bernie, do I look like a sky cat?

All that silk on you looks like a Jackie.

Giddy up.

bought it for me. Dad said I had to wear it.

Hey, Grandma.

Hey, baby girl.

You bet.

And don't you worry. I picked you out something just as nice.

Oh, well, thank you, Grandma, but you shouldn't have. Oh, don't bother.

Kulots are making a comeback.

Hi, Daddy.

Hello, Moesha.

So, Andel.

Bernie tells me you two have been keeping company.

Yes, we have.

Do I hear wedding bells? No, you must hear the ice cream truck.

Oh.

Man, we better get to dinner because Mama's so hungry she's delirious.

I'm not delirious. Just speaking the truth. What?

Which brings me to you two.

When is this nonsense going to end?

It's time for Moesha to come home.

Big bro, I agree with Mama.

Mo, you need to be home.

You stay out of this, Bernie. All right.

Why should he stay out of this? You know he's right. Mama, you promised you

wouldn't do this. Boy, hush up.

My granddaughter is supposed to be living at home with her own family.

No offense, Sandell.

None taken. I'm with you.

Hey, Mo's coming home.

No, Mo's not.

Come on, look.

I know that you're trying to help and everything, but see, Daddy and I just

a different way of looking at things, and I think that I'm better off at

Endell's house.

Dee, you've been unusually quiet.

What do you think about all this?

Oh, Ruth, I'd rather not get into it right now.

Surely you must have an opinion, Dee.

Well, honestly, I think it's time for Moish to come home.

See, Frank, even your wife agrees.

Look, Mama, with all due respect, you raised your kids.

Let me raise mine.

And Dee, thanks for your support.

Ruth, I really wish you hadn't put me on the spot like that.

And I wish I didn't have to.

I mean, how long are you going to let this go on?

Another five months? A year?

When is it going to end? I don't know.

But I do know this conversation ends right now.

Oh, man.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm about to eat dinner at home.

Moesha, baby.

Go talk to your father.

Grandma, if it's all the same to you, I...

I think I'll go.

Then dinner was canceled and now no one's talking to each other.

Oh, so you're just going to skip right over the part about Grandma smacking the

taste out of Dee's mouth?

She didn't do that.

Don't be embarrassed, girl.

school grandmas know how to fight.

I can't.

So I embellished a little.

No, you lied a lot.

Anyway, then I got back to Andell's house and then there was more drama.

Moesha? You?

No.

She started stomping around the apartment acting like she didn't want to

roomies anymore.

What's up with that?

Don't you pay rent?

$25 a month? Damn, that's crazy.

If you help me hang up Dad's party decorations, I hope you make his cake. I

heard he wants double chocolate.

Honey, I don't think there's going to be a cake.

Well, how do you have a birthday party without a cake?

We're not having the party?

No party, no cake, no jerk chicken.

Just jerks.

I don't believe this.

Sir, I know you're disappointed, but...

After last night, your father just doesn't feel like celebrating.

Brother Thad and Frank Mitchell speaking.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Oh, thanks, son.

So, what's going on?

Well, listen, Dad.

No one said anything because they know how mad you were last night.

But everyone really wants you to have your birthday party.

Oh, Miles.

Look, I don't know, son.

Well, come on, Dad.

Grandma came all the way from Georgia just to make your favorite cake.

And you bought all this food for your Jamaican feast.

Do you know how hard it is to find a goat in L .A.? Boy.

Well, and on the QT?

Yeah. Moesha really wants to come.

Oh, is that right?

Yeah. She told me her present was going to be an apology for the bratty way

she'd been acting.

And she's going to ask if she can come back home.

Moesha said that?

Yeah. Grandma's meddling really paid off.

Okay.

All right, so what time is this shindig?

Well, I don't know about the shindig, but the party's at seven.

All right, son, I'll see you there. All right, bye, Dad. Bye -bye.

Look at you, look at me.

What are we doing to our family?

We've come so far.

And it's hard to heal those that broke our heart.

But one thing is for sure.

We've got to learn to get along.

Keep our family small.

Whatever I do, nothing can keep me from love.

to break the news to you, but this doesn't look like a sketch.

It looks like a pinata.

Look what I got to work with. Chicken wire, dead flowers, and you guys. Dead

flowers?

I only do it if you come.

Well, honey, you can forget about that.

Okay, but he said he was going to apologize for kicking you out of the

He did not kick me out, okay?

I left.

Right.

And he also said the only present he really wants is for his pumpkin to come

back home.

He said that.

If I'm lying, I'm flying. And as you can see, I'm rollerblading.

I don't know, Mal. Vandell's making a tofu papa.

Miles, we'll be there.

Well, don't count on us being there. There's too much drama at y 'all house.

Okay. Y 'all are just fun.

Y 'all are just fun.

Y 'all don't get along.

That's because Dee and my grandma have been throwing down up in here.

My daughter -in -law has prepared a delicious dinner.

Oh, thank you, Ruth.

And you, I mean, you have just outdone yourself with this cake. Look at it.

wonderful.

Ooh, isn't it nice, Bernie, the way Dee and Ruth have made up?

I don't know, Tweety.

They've been hitting the kvass there without telling us.

I'm glad Daddy changed his mind about this party. This is going to be great.

Yeah, he should have a birthday every year. Well, next year he can have mine.

Hey, everybody.

Happy birthday, baby.

Happy birthday, Dad. Oh, thanks, son.

Happy birthday, Daddy.

It is now.

That's my baby.

Oh,

wow.

Oh, dear mama.

I can't believe y 'all went through all of this just for me.

And it smells so good in here.

Oh, look out now.

Chocolate cake, my favorite.

It's double chocolate.

And that's delicious, Mama.

That's because it's homemade.

Oh, and don't you worry, Dee. I'll teach you how to bake my son a cake from

scratch before I leave.

Oh, that's all right, Ruth. I know how to bake a cake from scratch.

Well, that's not what you told Miles. He said you wanted me to bake the cake

because you didn't know how.

Now, Miles, you know I didn't say any such thing.

Well... See? Oh, don't make the baby feel bad for telling the truth.

It's no big deal. If you can't fake, you can't fake.

Everybody,

everybody, everybody, just relax. Calm down.

And everything was going so well.

And we all know how much Daddy wanted this party, so everybody just chill.

Uh, wait a minute, Mo.

I never said I wanted this party.

Mom said that you all wanted it.

Well, of course we did after we found out how you felt about it. Yeah, but I

only felt that way about it after he said you came to apologize.

Me? Oh, no, Daddy. I think you got it twisted.

He told me that you wanted to apologize and that you wanted me to come back

home.

Miles, what's this about?

Am I the only one here who saw soul food?

Go to your room, son.

No.

What did you say?

I said... No.

Big bro, you threw out the wrong key.

Cabernet, he didn't throw me out. You left. We know.

We know.

Well, was I talking to you? I don't remember talking to you. Oh, so it's

that. Yeah, it's like that.

I'm sorry, son.

Come here.

Maybe we have been behaving pretty badly.

Oh, baby.

You know Grandma didn't mean it.

Come here, peanut head, and give me a hug.

Well,

are we ready to have this party or what? You know, even though the candles

aren't lit, I, uh...

I'd like to make my wish now.

Moesha.

Baby, I want you to come home.

Really?

Really.

Baby, this is where you belong.

And this is where I want to be.

That's my pumpkin.

Dear Diane,

everybody's glad that Mo's back home. And Dylan and Uncle Bernie are

happy.

I don't know why.

They must really love Mo.

And the happiest of all is Mo.

Not only is she back home with us, but Daddy let her go back to Crenshaw where

she can spend her senior year with her friends.

Enough with the mushy stuff.

P .S. This is my last diary entry. I'm turning it back over to Mo.