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"Happy birthday dear Mylen, happy birthday to you!" I sung along with the rest of our family and friends.
Mylen smiled happily before blowing out the football shaped candle. He was so excited to cut the cake that he'd forgotten to make a wish.
"Mommy light it over!"
I shook my head before retrieving the lighter from my back pocket. The things you do for your kids.
I relit the candle, he made his wish and then quickly blew it out again. After snapping a few photos, I sat my phone down on the counter and placed the sharp knife in his hand.
I placed my hand ontop of his and helped guide him through the cutting process. Together, we placed the first piece on a football shaped paper plate and he smiled in satisfaction.
"I'm such a big boy."
I chuckled softly and kissed the bridge of his nose."Sure you are."
I couldn't believe my baby was six years old now. Time had flew! Just six years ago, I was seventeen and pregnant.
I'm not ashamed or rueful because we all make mistakes. Hell, I wouldn't even call it a mistake because I got the biggest blessing out of it. I don't regret it at all.
Being a single mother taught me a lot. I matured in many ways and had to learn responsibility. I got my first job, where I still work today, because of Mylen. I knew I couldn't be broke with a child, and my parents damn sure weren't going to help out.
Without MyMy, I don't think I would even have as good as a job as I do now. So, I thank him for that and I thank him for teaching me to be a woman.
"Anybody want the first slice? I'll get mines after everybody else gets theirs." Mylen held the plate of cake up into the air causing an uproar from the children.
I smiled softly. He's selfless just like his father. Always putting others before himself.
I wish his dad could've been here, apart of his life. Mylen is his twin, after all. But of course, at the age of seventeen 'he wasn't ready'. He knew I was going to keep the baby so he dipped. I came home one day and all his shit was gone without a trace.
I never understood how you could claim to love someone so much but as soon as things get rough, you're gone.
Apart of me feels like I need him here to help Mylen. Not financially but physically and emotionally. I can't be the one to teach Mylen how to play football. I can't talk to him about how to control his hormones or other manly changes that are going to happen to his body.
I try so hard to play both the mother and father role but at the end of the day I'm still a female. A girly girl at that. The only male figure he really had in his life was my brother Marco. That all went downhill when he was murdered a few years back. So yes, sometimes I wish his father would've stayed. But he didn't.
That's his lost.
Once the kids had eaten their cake, they decided to go finish playing before Mylen opened his gifts. CJ Barrymore is like heaven to them.
"Gimme kiss before you go run around birthday boy." I playfully grabbed Mylen by his Polo shirt.
He groaned as if I was annoying him then quickly pecked my lips.
"Another one." I spoke in my DJ Khaled voice making him chuckle softly. He gave me one last juicy kiss before wiggling out of my grasp and sprinting after his cousins.
