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Cookie POV

Charles and I went to the hotel to take a nap. I was really tired. My sister is gone have to wait. I still dont understand why they tryna talk to me now. I dont understand them at all. I use to but not no more. I guess life changes people. Shit, im bout to live my life to the fullest. Aint nobody gone stop me either.

Both Charles and I woke up from our nap. I looked at my phone and had 10 missed calls. I already know its my sisters. I got up and changed. Charles did the same. Once we were ready, we got in the car and headed to the hospital. I went to the front desk and asked for my mama room. When I got in there, all my sisters were there. They looked at me and shook there heads.

" So this is why you late to see yo mama " my mom said with disgust written all over her face.

I am really getting tired of them. I just want to go one by one and slap the shit out of all them. They always got something to say. I looked at her right back with disgust.

" Im going go " Charles said

" Yea thats what you do " my sister said

"No bae stay " I said. 

He went and sat in the chair. 

"Look here bitch, u not finna disrespect my man " i said pointing in my sister face.

She then got the nerve to push me. She got life fucked up. I swung one good time at her. She went flying across the room. If she get of the floor, I will mutt her shit, REAL TALK. Im tired of them acting like they got something against me. If you got something against me then come at me. 

My mom just stared at me shock. I looked at her and rolled my eyes. I had to say a silent prayer before I start speaking to her. I already know she gone make me mad.

"You call me all the way here, what do you want " I said in a bored tone

"I want to spend time with my daughter, is that too much to asked " she said getting loud with me.

You know what, im not even gone argue with her. I am too grown for this. She called me here and wanna catch attitude with me. I knew coming here was a bad idea. All they wanna do is try and punish me for leaving them all those years. Oh well they need to get over it. Life goes on.

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