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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞, 𝐍𝐂
𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙼 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚂 | 𝙺𝙰𝚂
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Its been a month since we lost our little girl, we had a small memorial.

Just family and friends, we cremated her since Samora didn't wanna bury her. She felt closer to her this way.

Sadly, Mora been curled up in my bed crying herself to sleep every night.

And then there's my baby sister, been waking up from nightmares due to the trauma of sexual abuse.

She cries herself to sleep as well... then there's me.

I'm trying to be there for everyone, but I catch myself breaking down about everything.

My sister, my daughter.

Its a lot for a nigga to handle.

Then Samora struggling bad too and all I wanna do is just take her pain away.

I'd take it if I could.

I'd take my sisters too... she ain't deserve that shit man.

I just stared up at the ceiling, it was 2am when Samora finally fell back to sleep.

Her cheeks were stained with tears, her face flushed.

Ion think she's stopped crying honestly.

I try my best to soothe her, but its getting hard.

$$$

The Following Morning.

"Booda," I heard my sisters voice.

I jumped up from the bed and went out to see what she needed.

"Hey princess, whats wrong?" I questioned her.

"Mama," she spoke.

I made a face, my mom has been gone for almost a year now.

Ion know why she saying mama.

"What about her? You know she sick," I looked down at my sister.

"Noooo, when I stayed with daddy.... He gave mama my number. She wants to come see us tomorrow," she expressed to me.

"What?" I made a face as I walked out to the living room.

"Whats the number baby?" I questioned my sister.

She showed me her phone and a contact saved under mommy ❤️ was indeed in here.

I went to her messages to see if they had a text thread, they did.

I scrolled a little and sighed deeply once I seen an old photo of my mama and sister.

She was sober, happy and healthy.