Chapter One

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A/N: This book does not belong to me. It belongs to a friend that doesn't have an account so I'm posting it on my account.
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Amira pov

I'm Amira Alivia. I just turned 19 years old a month ago. I have a four year old daughter I love a lot. I'm starting college tomorrow. I have two mothers and an older sister. My brownish- blonde hair was down to my butt. I have grey eyes and pink full lips. This is my story of how I fell in love with my

English professor.

"Mommy! Play with me!" I look up at Lana who was standing right in front of me

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"Mommy! Play with me!" I look up at Lana who was standing right in front of me. She got her father's hair color and nose. She has my lips and eye color. She smiled at me.

"Okay. I'll finish reading later." I put my book on the lawn chair. I took off my towel and jumped into pool. "Jump into my arms baby." She jumped into my arms and I kissed her forehead. I grabbed one of the beach balls. I gave it to her and she hit it. I hit back to her and it hit the water with a splash she giggled.

"Want more company?" I looked up to my 24 year old sister Adrianne and her 6 year old daughter Erika. Erika had her eyes, nose, and lips then had her father's hair.

"Could you? I want to finish reading my book

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"Could you? I want to finish reading my book."

"Of course, bookworm."

"Whatever Adrianne."

"Amira."

"It's Amara."

"That's not the name on your birth certificate."

"Shut the hell up."

"Oh my god. Wash your filthy mouth out Amara. Do you kiss mom and momma with that mouth?" I look at her and push her into the pool. The girls laughed. She came back up. "Be glad I didn't have my phone on me. Erika put my phone on the table next to Aunt Amira."

"Aunt Amara." I corrected her.

"Amira come here for second." I heard one of my mother's call.

"Get her out of the pool if I'm not back in 10 minutes. I don't want her getting sick."

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