chapter 1

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** FLASHBACK **

I woke up this morning to my baby crying her little eyes out so I hopped out of the bed and  walked out of my bedroom and down the hall into her room, I grabbed her out of the crib and then I went to her dresser and got her some skinny jeans for babies, a brown and blue shirt that says ' I Have My Mommy's Heart ' ,  I walked back to my room carrying Maliah I put her clothes on the bed and then I grabbed a towel and washcloth and then we went to my bathroom and I ran some shower water and I stripped both of us out of  our clothes and then we got in the shower. After 20 minutes we got out I wrapped her up in her towel and I wrapped up in mine, I walked back in the room with Maliah in my arms I laid her on the bed and walked to my dresser and grabbed the baby lotion while I was walking back to the bed, I glanced at the clock and it read 7 : 10 am that's weird because my mother always comes in here at 7 sharp EVERY morning not at 6:59 or 7:01 she comes exatly at 7:00 to help me dress Maliah I don't know maybe she overslept or something so I didn't think to much of it. After I lotioned my baby up I put her outfit on, then I put her blue uggs on her and a blue bow in her hair. I laid her in the middle of the bed and surrounded her with pillows since she fell asleep she is a good baby, I put on some lotion then I walked to my dresser and put my bra and panties on, I then walked to my closet and put on some red skinny jeans, a regular black V- Neck shirt, and some butter timberlands I walked out of the closet and to my vanity and threw my hair in a messy but cute bun and put on some red lipstick and dabbed some gloss on, I put on my chunky gold chain after I was done I grabbed my baby, my phone, my charger, and my cross body purse. I walked out the room, the house was quiet and that was unusual my dad and mom are usually up making noise but it was quiet. I walked down the stairs and walked to the kitchen we I got in there there was a paper that looked like a letter on the island Maliah started whining so I made her a bottle and started to feed her I sat on a stool and a grabbed the letter ,

Dear Mylah ,

By the time you read this we will be far away, we love you so much, we know that you are probably confused but we can't tell you the reason we left, but we want you to know we love you and Maliah to death, and y'all are not the reason we had to go, it really hurts us to have to do this we paid all the bills for 4 months, there might be some money in our safe you know the code, and there should be a duffel bag full of money under our bed ,we don't know if we will be back, but we love you so much.

P.S : Don't try to contact us we left 2 cars in the garage they both have full tanks, we are very sorry babygirl .  

                                                                                                                      Love,

                                                                                                                        Mom And Dad

** FLASHBACK OVER **

MYLAH'S POV:

That was 3 months ago, and they really haven't came back I cried every night, because I missed them so much but I had to be strong and to be a good mother to my 4 month old baby. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself I'm Mylah Tiara Monroe and I am 17 years old, I am a caramel complexion, dimples, shoulder length hair, warm brown eyes, and I have a 4 month old daughter her name is Maliah Coley Monroe I love my baby with every fiber in my body she is my world, me and her father broke up when I was 7 months pregnant because he cheated and acted like he could care less, his name is Malik and I can't stand him he never tried to contact me to see if I had the baby while I was pregnant I took online classes, so he didn't see me after we broke up he is 1 year older than me so he is 18. He has long braids, caramel complexion, and light brown eyes. School started 2 monthes ago and I am not taking online classes anymore, so that means I go to regular school and did I mention Malik goes there we don't talk but he gives me these looks like he want to say something to me.

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