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I walk into my and close the door behind me. I just got back from a board meeting and I had two hour discussion with my team about my comeback. My manager, LA Reid, said that I need to get my shit together and focus on my music. Which is true, my life has been so hectic since I had the twins and after Jayden died.. I hit a downward spiral. And then I got Don who is just.. getting crazy day by day. I'm finna kick his crazy ass out in a second.
"Hey Mary, how was my baby girl?" I ask walking into the living room. Our nanny, Mary, is 67 and she is so good Aaliyah. She's the only person who can put her to sleep without us having to drive her around the neighborhood.
Although she is good, she is not here 24/7 because she has a husband at home, 4 kids, and 7 grandchildren. So, she has Wednesdays and the weekends off. That leaves me and Don to try to practice this parenting thing by ourselves because we still suck at it just a little bit. Well at least, he does. I have this "mommy thing" down.
"Aaliyah I missed you baby! Come here!" I pick my daughter up and pepper her chunky face with kisses. "Look at those lips mama. Mwah mwah mwah.."
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