24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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Ahhh!
What a good day.
I get to wake up and smell roses while lying underneath the biggest star ever. The sun. Who would want to leave this place? Not me unfortunately, and unfortunately this is all a figment of my imagination. This morning's off to a rough start. I woke up late. There's a big pimple on my cheek. My back hurts and my hair is all over the place and I'm quite late for work. Honestly it feels like a call-in kinda day...as do all the other days. I need a vacation, I swear.
Who even invented work?
What were you guys thinking?
I hate it here... but I guess I'm left with no choice.
After waking up my son, Liam Jr. to get ready for school, I too got myself ready for today and surprisingly today went pretty fast and I kinda hate to admit that I regret even the thought of calling in. It was a good day overall. I can't complain.
Later, as the sun decided to make its rounds to the other side of the earth, the dark night towered over our heads with only the moon and the street lights providing us with lights on the outside; but on the inside, in our dining room to be specific, the chandeliers lit up the space and shined bright on the table as my son and I set it up for tonight's dinner.
"What time is it," my son questioned.
"7:25 pm," I replied after checking the time on my phone and in the process checked to see if I had any missed calls from Liam, my fiancée, but I should've known that there wasn't any or else I would've heard when my phone rang since it was on me and it's definitely on loud. Liam was supposed to arrive twenty-five minutes ago. I began to feel a bit worried, wondering if he's alright, but I didn't allow my worrisome feelings to show on my face as I didn't want my son to worry but I can already tell that he was.
"Daddy's still coming, right mommy," he asks.
With a scratch on my head, I answered, "Uh, I think so. Give me a second, I'm gonna give him a call right now."
"Okay. I'll finish preparing the table for us."
"Alright. Go ahead," I said to him as I had walked out of the dining room and went into the hallway, somewhere beyond his sight and ear reach.
Having taken out my phone to dial Liam's number, it was not surprising that he didn't pick up so this time around I waited for about five minutes before I had called him back; however, this time I changed my phone call settings to private so that when I call my number won't show.
His phone rang and rang a few times before he picked up and said, "Good evening, Mr. Davis speaking. How may I help?"
"Liam... uh, hey. How are you doing," I questioned, trying to ease my way in with small talk instead of barging in and asking what I really wanted to ask.
