4 Months Later
"Come on Amina," Tara yells.
"I'm coming," I yell back and walk down the stairs.
"You ready?" She asks and I smile and nod.
"Okay," she says and the three of us leave out hand and hand leaving the kids with my sister. Once we get to the Tattoo parlor I start to feel nervous. I grab Tara's hand for reassurance.
"It's okay love," she says and I nod.
"Who's next?" A dude in the back yells and we walk towards him. "Hello, what would you like today?" He asks.
"The two of us will be getting Queen Crowns and he's getting a King's crown," Tara says and the man nods telling us to sit down.
A couple of minutes later the outline in drawn on all of our hands and he starts up the Tattoo gun.
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The Three Of Us
Short Storypo·lyg·a·my pəˈliɡəmē/ noun 1. The practice or custom of having more than one wife or husband at the same time. _________________________________________ "Amina wait!" He shouts trying to stop me. "What Cain?! What could you possibly want from me no...
