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📍Ochi Rios, Shaw Park|Hometown
Sunday, August 18th | ⏰️ 1:26 AM
After bringing Tessa home last night, I fed her, bathed her and comforted her to sleep. It was hard but she got through it.
I'm up thinking about the situation since night because i can't sleep.
Tessa deven wah touch har owna self and dat show alot because Tessa love harself bad.
If you feel bad fih har, imagine how she feel?
Kmt. Ago Fuck up anybody weh do dis.
Dem affi pay mi inna blood.
Looking down at her body, peacefully sleeping. I went to lay down beside her, pulling her closer to me hugging her body.
Reassuring her with small whispers knowing that she isn't hearing me.
Drifting off to sleep as I draw small circles on her back with my finger.
** ⏰️10:23 AM
Waking up to her side of the bed empty, I ruffle the sheets in search of her, getting up with no feel of her I went to check the bathroom. Seeing her in the shower, sitting under the running water, the pressure low. I take off my slippers and went to sit behind her drawing her closet into my embrace.
"Everything ago good B" I reassure her with a kiss on the forehead, rubbing her back soothingly.
Sitting there for a good while, I finally shift getting up to prepare a bath for her.
"Want mi bathe yuh? or yuh good?" I ask her, turning off the shower and locking the drain to fill the tub.
"Mi good" She answers, leaning against the bathtub.
"Alright wah yuh want fih eat? and noh bada seh nothing 'cause yuh need fih eat" I say to her leaving the bathroom then entering the closet preparing a suit clothes for her. Ending on a black pajama set with blue socks, I re-enter the bathroom with them in hand.
"Can you make me a sandwich please" I hear her say loud enough for me to hear.
"Alright" I say, leaving the bathroom heading to the kitchen to prepare 'breakfast' which is now technically lunch.
**
finishing up with our breakfast where I I also made cornmeal porridge because a "sandwich" isn't going to fill Tessas stomach and even though mi nah go force har, she need fih eat.
