Here I am. My new home. In New York but before I start I should introduce myself. Hi I'm Avery, I am 20 years old and I have a son, Max who is 4, soon to be 5. I'm about 5'4 small I know. I have brown hair and eyes. Max has my brown hair and his son of a bitch dad gray/greenish eyes which I do adore. My parents died not long after Max was born so it was me and him I lived with my granny and grandad for a bit but I moved out when I was 18. There's more to me but you can find out on the ride. We lived in an apartment not far from their house, but we moved to New York, and that's how I'm standing outside of an house my grandparents bought for an 'very early birthday present' (even know that my birthday isn't till next year) it's just an simple 3 bedroom house nothing big.
I got out of my car with Max as we started heading towards, the house the neighbourhood is nice.
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((The house ^^^))
"Mommy, can I unlock the door?" Max asked while pulling my hand towards the house more.
"Sure baby, here" I gave him the keys as he went up and unlocked the door. Clever little boy he is.
I ran after him after I unlocked the car. My grandparents said they got someone to decorate the house for us. Which I'm thankful for cause if someone could know me inside out it would be my granny. I suddenly gasped as I saw the place it was beautiful.
It was how I like it, it was sleek and modern. My bedroom was cute and slick. Max's room was cute it was Army covers and the theme was music and he had a wall with some of his nerf guns which I'm guessing there are more in the closet since he's obsessed with them.
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