Thug Life is the Life To live

Time to take care of responsibility

SHY POV

Finally i made it to the mall! I was so tired of walking and pushing baby Treys stroller i collapsed on the first bench i seen. Thank god Trey was still asleep because it gave me a chance to just relax and rest my mind a little. I started thinking about my life. Things were so perfect when i was little

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"1 .. 2 .. 3 .. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SHY SHY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!"

I blew out my candles & everybody cheered. "YAYYYYYYYYYYY." Im finally 6 years old! I ran over to the big stack of presents. I had 17 presents in total. I ripped up all the small ones ans they were mostly clothes and little things like lip gloss, nail polish, makeup. You know.. The usual. I already had all that though. I mean dont get me wrong i was thankful for all my presents but the big ones are always the best. Thanks uncle! Thanks auntie! I ran to all my aunts and uncles and gave them hugs and kissys. I had 2 presents left and they were from my parents. I ran over to the first box which was the biggest. It stood so tall that i couldnt even reach the top. "Come on shorty." My daddy came up behind me and put me on his neck. I started unwrapping the paper instantly. My eyes grew huge at what i saw. OH MY GOSH! YOU BROUGHT ME A KITCHEN! MY VERY OWN KITCHEN! I literally jumped off my daddys neck and started hugging the box. Everyone laughed at me but i was honestly so happy! Like i had a kitchen! It had the stove and the fridgerator and the cabinet thingys. I even got some foods to cook on it. Yay! I ran upstairs and got all my baby dolls. I lined them up one by one. I couldnt wait to cook for them! "Shyy..!" I heard my daddy call from down stairs. Yes daddddyyyyy?? I yelled. "You still have one more present babygirl." Oh yeah! I ran back downstairs to see this medium size box sitting on the table. I started running to it and stopped when i saw the box move. I screamed and ran behind my daddy. "Babygirl its okay, it wont hurt you go open it." Even though i was nervous i trusted my daddy to protect me. I slowly walked up to the box and took off the top. "Bark, bark." A little puppy jumped out and started running around the house. For a minute i was stuck until i realized what just happened. OH MY GOSH! DADDY, MOMMY ... U GOT ME A PUPPY?! Thankyou so much! I ran to my parents and gave them both a big hug. After that i went to go find my new puppy. He was so cute! He was a brown Labrador so i named him brownie. For the rest of the night i spent my time cooking in my new kitchen set and playing with brownie. This was definitely the best day of my life!

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A tear rolled down my cheek but i quickly wiped it away. Man do i miss that old little kitchen play set and my now old dog brownie. I miss when i was little. Its like i had no worries. Everything was perfect... until my brother was born. Thats when everything became a living hell! And no im not saying its his fault because i mean its not like he asked to be born into this fucked up world but he did bring a lot of stress into the family. Mom got layed off when she was pregnant because they didnt want to have to deal with her taking maternity leave and allat. So dad had to take on a second job just to support all of us. I remember mom yelling at me a lot more and Tyree always crying. Since dad was always at work we didnt get to see him very often. He worked second and third shift so during the day he was sleeping and we were at school and when we got home from school he was getting ready for his first job. About 10 minutes after we got in the door he was leaving. When he was at his second job we were at home sleeping. Communication became a once in a while thing so when we did get to have a little conversation with him it was like a blessing. It really put alot of stress on all of us. Tyree never really got close to him because after he was born dad was never really around but as for me and mom & put alot of stress on us. Especially because i was a daddys girl and mom basically became a full time mother. She started smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. So the little bit of money dad made that didnt go towards bills went towards moms habits. This went on for a good 6 years and it was definitely hard! When i was 12 and Tyree was 6 mom finally got a job. It took alot of stress off of us because dad was able to quit one of his jobs and relax more. We were also more financially stable. Moms nasty ways didnt change though. Before she had Tyree she was so sweet and loving to everyone and everything but after he was born she changed. So even when things got better and she had a job she still smoked and drank. Now 4 years later im 16 with my own baby and as i sit and think about my life i promise that i will NEVER be like my mom. I looked at my baby sleeping so peacefully. He is the biggest blessing in my life. I should of never put anyone before him. I felt tears start rolling down my eyes. I felt like a terrible parent. For the past 8 months ive been monmy and daddy to baby Trey and yes its hard but hes my son and my responsibility. I swear to god if i ever talk Tre'Kel again i will tell him the absolute truth. I really liked him but no one on this earth can compare to my child. If a nigga cant accept that Tremaine comes first than i cant accept that nigga. POINT. BLANK. PERIOD. I wiped my tears and then got up to kissed my babys cheek. I smiled at how peaceful he looked and decided to take a walk around the mall. I took the safety off the wheels on baby Treys stroller so i can begin pushing it. I attempted to start pushing the stroller into the mall when i looked up and saw Tony. Are you fucking kidding me right now? I havent seen this nigga since our son was 2 weeks old. As a matter of fact i heard he was locked up! What the fuck he doing here?!