"Yuck"! I said as Bree stunk up the room with her bubbles of gas and they were definitely not pleasant. Bree sat there playing with her toys and putting them in her mouth while I was brushing her hair praying she wouldn't cry. But surprisingly she didn't she just sat there intensively playing around. A voice mail appeared on the phone from an unknown number so I pressed a number for it to play it said "What happened to you why you catchin' to much feelin'" I screamed into the phone "Do you not get it"! My face turned completely red and I looked down to my feet crying. Bree pulled my hair and rubbed her hands through it.
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My baby girl
SonstigesTheres more stories to come later on in the year... this story was my first ever book on wattpad so excuse this crappy story .... My baby girl is about Tamera's little girl Bree and the laughs of life with a mother and a daughter through the hard t...
