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Two Months Later Angel
I allow the fresh Vegas breeze to hit my face. It's been forever since I've witnessed regular life. Being in confinement made me realize it's not something I want to do again. I'm grateful that I was released early due to good behavior. My main focus right now will be my daughter Karma and getting to know her. She's the youngest of my two kids. I have a few bridges I'm going to try to repair. A horn honks alerting me that my ride is here. I look up smiling at the sight of my baby mom Dyme.
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She blew a kiss at me and proceeded to yell obscene things my ways. Dyme was someone I could depend on throughout my stint in here. She was loyal and a rider. We aren't together but she's still my homie. She's originally from Compton where I was born and we go way back. I stare in the backseat at a curious Karma who is grinning in my direction. I can't believe a fucked up nigga like me made something that beautiful. She has her mother's mysterious eyes and her grandmother's fair Mskin.
"Hi daddy"
I've heard her call me that over the phone but I've never witnessed it in the flesh. Being in and out of jail really made me feel shitty. Deciding to sit in the back I buckle up taking a sit next to her.
"Karma you and your daddy have me fucked up. This isn't an uber pool." Dyme retorts.
"Bad word mommy." Karma checks her waving her small finger in the air.
"I'm sorry pumpkin." She apologizes sticking her middle finger up towards me.
"You might not want to try that. Baby daddy has a lot of pent up aggression."
She waves me off placing the adresss where I would be staying into the goggle maps app. I've been contemplating if I want to lay low for a while but I miss Danielle. I need to see her to right my wrongs.
I get Dyme to swing by her house since she didn't respond to any of my letters I placed a new one in her mailbox.
"You're still chasing that girl after all this time? You fucked up enough just let it be."
