Kenya Amora Moore, known as Amore by close family members and friends, is shaken up by a series of unfortunate events that lead her to live with her aunt. In the space of a few days, she is hit with shocking truths and bitter lies. The revelations...
I rolled my eyes at the message that Domonic sent, hissing my teeth.
'I wont be able to pick up Day today because something came up at work and me probably affi leave at six. I love you and I'll bring back something'.
My hair isn't done and my lashes are falling out and him waah me guh pick up Daynia? Might as well him stab me wid a pitchfork.
I push up off the bed, picking out my clothes then dragging my feet to the bathroom to take a shower. I took one at 11 but it doesn't hurt to freshen up again. After my shower, I dry off and throw on my green, flower print dress.
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My hair, nails and lashes were a mess and I had to stop myself from having a mental breakdown because of it. Me hate Domonic so bad.
I detangle my hair and try my best to brush it in a slick back, biting my bottom lip to suppress the tears as my grip on my hair wasn't tight enough. I throw the hairbrush across the room and let out a frustrated scream.
I take up another hairbrush from the dresser, steadily running it over the gelled area of my hair, bringing it up in one. I wrap the scrunchie around it then bird nest the end. I get the tweezer and the lash glue, putting on my pick out lashes.
I sigh as I apply my lipgloss and vanilla body mist, pulling on some white slides and grabbing my keys and small, white bag. I make a quick run to the fridge to put chicken to thaw in the cool zone for when I come back. I close the doors and windows, then get in my vehicle, driving through the back gate that automatically shut.
I'm on the road and blasting some explicit Vybz Kartel, singing loudly. You'd never believe seh a me did aguh mash dung the place likkle while. Loud music brings out the F1 racer in me and in no time I'm on Johns road.
Tep inna it, night a come.
I park my car outside the gate, turning it off and pulling out my phone. I call Daynia's teacher to inform her that I'm outside so she can come open the gate.
She comes out, greeting me and opening the schoolgate so I can go in and collect my baby. I walked past the church briskly, eager to see my baby. Poor Day probably think we abandon her.
She opens the second gate and lead me to the class three classroom where Daynia and a few other kids are seated. She had a hand on her cheek as she stared out of space.
"Suh me fi turn back?" Her face brightens when she spots me.
"Mommy!" she squeals, running and jumping on me. I lift her, peppering kisses all over her face. When I put her down, she points to me.
"This is my mommy, she's so pretty" she turns to the kids who are probably tired of her introductions to me. She does it every time I come for her.
"Hi" I do a little wave at the kids who wave back.
