Aaliyah, stared at her bare room, a nostalgic feeling pinged her heart as she reminisced all the memories made in the room.
After finishing college, with her marketing degree despite the bad memories there she decided to move back to New York with her five year old daughter Kaymarie.
Kay was the highlight of Aaliyah's world and she'd been working hard to get a nice apartment for the two and give Kay the childhood she never had. She also knew New York would benefit her career in becoming an influencer as there's never a dull moment there, but that'd also mean leaving the comfort of her Uncle and Aunts home.
After that night Aaliyah went to live with her Uncle and his family, while there she watched over their infant son Zayvon during the pandemic since both worked very demand jobs and her older cousin Ariyonn's two twin sons Elijah and Ethan.
They'd been so welcoming to her and her daughter that she honestly didn't want to leave. Except she wouldn't be too alone.
Her younger cousin and his girlfriend Ashanti had decided to move with Aaliyah to New York in a small house a few blocks from Aaliyah's apartment.
Aaliyah walked out the room, wiping the small tears that ran down her face as her daughter ran towards her with open arms and a wife goofy grin on her face.
"Mommy..!" She beamed bubbly, her tiny arms wrapped around Aaliyah.
"Hey baby." She smiled running her hands through her mini Afro.
