Black Coffee (Tara's Dream)|Dearest Diary, - Book 1 (unedited)

How can such a Tiny Thing be so much Trouble?

Dearest diary,

They say that an apple does not fall far from the tree. However, I am not sure how true that is for my life. You see, my mother's life is not half as dramatic as mine and little Briella is on a whole different plane. A mix of mine and Monica's genes in one little person is bound to be explosive and that can never be a good thing.

Hopefully she will turn out better. Not like me, who is always gravitating towards drama and getting into trouble despite my very conscious efforts to the contrary.

It's sad really, since my life is beginning to resemble a cliche soap opera. It may look good on T.V, but it's really ugly in real life.

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"Where are you going?"

"Church," I respond packing some snacks for my daughter Bri. Ever since that day several weeks ago, we've not missed a single Sunday and she enjoys going to church immensly. I think it's because of her good friend Tim and also becsuse of the great Sunday school that they have there.

"With Bri?" My mum asks, looking at the pink knapsack in my hand.

"Yes, she goes to Sunday school." I respond zipping up the bag.

"This early?"

I nod.

"If you like, you can always tag along. It will help with your curiosity." I tell her.

"You're actually serious?" she deadpans and I nod again.

"Fine.Wait here. I'll go get your sister." she tells me, walking off just as Maggie bounds in carrying an excited Bri in her arms.

"I'm Smurfette!" Bri tells me twirling in a white Smurf inspired dress and matching pumps.

"Of course you are." I reply grinning from ear to ear. Her fervour is very infectious.

"Are we going with daddy? I want to show him Sunday school and Tim."

"I'm sure he'll be more than happy to join you." I tell her smiling despite the little tiff that we had last night, all thanks to Shea and her big mouth.

"Great. I'll call him." she says pulling Maggie towards the house phone. I am honestly relieved that I wasn't the one made to do that. Otherwise it would've been a very awkward telephone conversation.

I go back to my ministrations busying myself with Bri's carseat and before long, everyone except from Maggie is packed inside Bridget ready to be driven to church.

"Remind me again.Why on earth did you have to wake me up at this ungodly hour?" Shea complains directing her words towards our mum. She lets out a yawn and rubs her brown eyes which are still full of sleep, the effects of watching Netflix till three o'clock in the morning and waking up four hours later.

"Church." My mother responds sternly.

"Why do we have to go to church at 7:30 am?"

"To see my boyfriend!" Bri proclaims boldly and I smirk at the expression of Troy sputtering in the back seat beside her.

"I think you mean friend, Briella." he corrects her kindly.

"Nope. Tim is my boyfriend. We are going to get married one day! See, I have a ring!" she replies showing off a pink plastic band.

"Attara!" Troy growls at me and I groan. I swear this girl will be the death of me. All those Barbie princess movies were bound to come back and bite me on my behind someday. It happens, that that day is today. I chance a look through the rear view mirror and my eyes lock on dark emarld orbs, very angry and looking for an explanation. I guess, learning that your four year old daughter is engaged to a guy named Tim is not the greatest news on a bright Sunday morning.