Falling in love undercover

Funeral day

Picture on the side of Miala's outfit. Got it from google.

I woke up to the sound of my family crying. Today was May 2nd the day we would bury my mother. Fresh tears formed in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I got into the shower and got ready for today. At exactly 10:00 the mass started and we all sat down to listen to Father Bob.

We watched in silence and tears as they lowered my mothers mahogany casket down into the ground. I began to cry yet again. My momma. Why? Why Lord? Why her? Why now? You took her away from me. I know to a better place but you still took her and that doesn't make it any easier. I watched as the man I thought I would never see cry fall to his knees and bawl about his dead wife. His lover, his best friend,his wife, and the mother of his children is dead. I watched as my two brothers cried along side my father. And as I watched more tears fell. We stayed their long after everyone left, even when the rain began to fall on our heads.Silently as dawn approached we gathered our belongings and left the cemetery. I crawled into my childhood bed and fell into a deep slumber.

What did I do now? My mother had been the one to guide me along side my father but....... my father and I couldn't have relationships like mother and daughter had. It would just be akward and weird. It would feel foreign to us.

Bye daddy, bye Marshall, by Messiah I said waving goodbye to my two brothers and father. I love you guys please be safe. Same to you Miala they all said. I boarded the plane. Back to work I sighed. I closed my eyes as the plane took off back to Hollywood.

When we finally reached I couldn't help but smile. My mother would have loved it here. All the shopping she could do, all the never ending upcoming events and the life it had here. Yeah it was filled with lots of movie producing and stuff but that's what made it interesting. The place had potential and life excitement. Where you felt you could do and become anything. Oh mom. I grabbed my luggage and took a taxi to my hotel. After a shower, nap, and a bite to eat I called my driver and went to the MB house.

Oh hey Miala said a shocked Walter. Uh yeah hi Mr. Walter. Hi Miala. We walked into the house and honestly it looked a mess. What happened here?Well Keisha trusts no outsider other than you to clean the house and since we've been so busy these past few days we haven't done any cleanig up either. Oh well I'll get started then. Wait before you start. Yes? Miala are you ok? Is everything alright? Yeah why wouldn't it be I said fakingly? I didn't want my employers worrying about me. If they did it to much they just might fire ms and I didn't need that. Shit I already have one person on my ass I don't need another practically breathing on it. Yes I'm fine Mr. Walter. I faked a smile and began cleaning the house.

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So you guys what cha think.

Well here's my opinion. Mails is so dependent on her journaling job that she lets it control her. But yet she is still independent.

Comment comment vote comment and be honest in your opinion I won't say it is rude unless I find it very offensive other than that tell me what you think. ~~Love, Juciy