████ ████ ████ ████
CITM (acronym - slang/fictional)
A person, often in a romantic or familial context, who is trapped between two conflicting parties-typically someone torn between loyalty to family and their own desires or relationships. In this c...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Not edited
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I couldn't stop looking at him, being in the kitchen with his mother helping her set up, I just couldn't stop staring at him outside playing with his cousins . Laughing with them and playing with the little ones he seemed the happiest he could be and I was taking that in as my own of happiness.
Seeing him play with the little kids and with a smile on his face made me only that way. It felt almost thriving. The more I watched him the more I just felt loved around him, I only wished he knew that.
Lante!" Yelled afeni as she snapped me out of it.
I looked to the woman and noticed what I was doing. "Sorry." I apologized as I quickly put the lid on the pot.
The steam was very clear in the air which made wave it off with my hand. I laughed so innocently towards afeni I took a step back from the stove. "I'm sorry." I apologize as I saw her give me a glare.
"Yeah yeah, sit down. I told you I don't want you helping. I need you comfortable." She told me as she made me take a seat at the table that was spread into the kitchen.
