Layla POV
"Momma..Daddy where y'all at " I yelled taking off my shoes on the shoe Matt
"In here Layla" I heard my mother Puerto Rican voice
"Mama!!" I yelled running to her
"Hey my baby " she hug me kissing my cheek
"I miss you so much " I said still hugging her
I'm a mommy girl and I don't care what nobody say.
"I just got off FaceTime with you like an hour ago " she went back to smashing the potatoes
"That's a long time " I pouted
"You just a big baby. Where's Chris ."she look behind me
"I don't know he acting like a jerk" I rolled my eyes and snuck some chopped up bacon
"You guys are so bipolar." She look at my outfit "Your dads going to kill you " she smile pulling at my adidas half shirt
"So I'm grown. I can where what ever I want " I sat on a stool
"Do I hear my Layla " I heard my dad
"Daddy " I stood up hoping on him
"Yeah. You grown alright " I heard my mama
I stick my tongue out making her flick me off.
"I miss you daddy " I got down he look at my shirt