"I want you to come over to meet my friends kids. They are littles." My sister Solange said to me.
"What is a little?" I ask because i was confused.
"Someone who acts younger then their age." She said.
"So basically grown ass adults acting like t...
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Just like clockwork my alarm woke me up at 7am. I grabbed my phone and turned it off before placing it back on my dresser. I sat up and turned my lamp on. I grabbed the picture of my daughter and kissed it. It was a routine of mine now and I wasn't gonna quit doing it. I wanted her to know that mommy still loved her even though she wasn't on this earth anymore. I opened up a whole daycare in her name. Kay's Daycare Services.
I sighed as i head into my bathroom to bath my ass and do my face routine. One thing about some kids is their honest and if i stank or my breathe stank they gone let me know so to save myself the embarrassment i bath every morning and night and obviously i brush my teeth and wash my face.
After that refreshing 20 minute shower. I grabbed my towel and walked into my walk in closet. It was routine. If you haven't figured it out by now. I love routine. I have OCD. It's not very bad though. I hate for things to be out of place. Everything has a place that it goes in and you're probably thinking well kids are messy. It doesn't trigger my OCD. Being with those kids are the only time when I'm happy and carefree. Ever since my daughter died a part of me went too and I've been battling mild depression ever since. I told my doctor I ain't taking no meds. I didn't want to become a zombie on top of everything else.
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