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" My baby is 17, lawdddd I ain't got nomore babies!" My mom yelled excitedly through the phone, doing the most as always.
" It's not even that serious Ma. You act like I'm turning 18." I laughed seeing real tears coming down her cheeks.
" Girl you will understand when you become a mother. Where Kobe badass at? I would've been heard him by now yelling at that damn game." She asked wiping her tears with a tissue.
" He went over his friend house yesterday. Mom are you under the covers naked? Un un not you being grown." I replied scrunching my face up in disgust.
" Oh okay, better get ready bring his ass home. ANYWAYS how Dayvon treating y'all?" I shook my head cause I knew she was trying to change the subject.
" He alright, you forgot to mention he was in my grade though." I said perking my lips up like the guy from that one meme.
" I thought- nevermind thats my q, I love you stink, and please don't sit around in the house looking cute, go out somewhere and do something." She pleaded.
" I'm not Ma, I love you too." I replied blowing her a kiss before hanging up.
I sat at the counter eating grapes while thinking about what to do. I honestly wish I could go to Durk concert, but of course 18 and up.
" GoodMorning birthday girl" Von said giving me a hug which took me by surprise. Instead of questioning him I just smiled and played along.
" What you got planned for today folks?" He asked leaning over the counter. Not him being a little cute, not too much.
𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒗𝒐𝒏 𝑫. 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆
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" I would've went to Durk concert, but of course 18 and up. So I'll just go to Olive Garden later." She shrugged not sounding too enthused. On my 17th I was in the strip club throwing pennies.
