Pain In Paris

A Letter From My Momma ..

-Paris's Pov

I was in my room after feeding my mother dinner and I saw the paper I took out of her hand and rested on the table.

"Dear,Son

I know your grown and life seem so heavy on your back but I love you. I  wish I could tell you this but I can't ..I wish I could hold you but I'm getting sick by the day... I went through so much to bring you here and I just can't explain what Paris mean to me. Paris your my last child  my truth to.all the lies that will.be filled  in the air. I know by now your father will lose hope in me and I would eventually have nothing to give but a smile. I'm sorry that I couldn't be the mother for you I'm sorry that you didn't have the opportunity as the rest . Paris can you promise mommy something ? ... Promise me that you will tell the truth to the lies being spread ... Promise that you will.bring your father to me ... Promise me that my sickness will get healed ... Paris its your time ... find them before they find you ! "

I read it over and over like as if I was  slow or couldn't read. what does she mean find them ? ' and who was "them ?' I said in my head.  "Paris darling ... come down stair and wash the dishes " my aunty spoke. I placed the paper in my dresser and walking in my mothers room. She was on the bed looking at the ceiling. "Paris " she spoke in a more breaking voice . I was shocked but I just smiled. "Mommy " I said back confused. She smiled shaking her head as if what she did was something she did before. "What you doing up ?" I asked but she looked pale and lifted her hands coughing. Her eyes closed so I assumed she was asleep.

-Posion's Pov

I'm in my car spot doing what I do best. I bin thinking about life alot lately and the things I did wrong. For some reason the thought of My wife or ex wife can't escape my mind. I must admit I miss having Heaven around me. I miss waking up to her beautiful face and kisses in the mornings. I wish I would more there for her as she was for me. After she got sick I could handle seeing her look so broken I left like everything was all my fault. I know I should've stayed and shoe her that I'm gonna take care of her but I was to busy living in the moment. My son hates me for that he rarely calls or text his old man. I don't blame him because I wouldn't text myself either. For many years I told myself I was better of dead. My kids are old enough where they can live life on their own happy and away from the life I brough to them. I was the reason my oldest daughter was such a demon. I was the reason she turned against me and selling her body was the only thing she knew. I welcomed this life of mines into.their lives and I feel like an ass for it. "Yo boss ..you have a visitor" one of my workers yelled out . "Dad " a voice said

**Who was the voice ..what's going on with this mixed family ... Stay tuned .. **