My fault for any mistakesss.
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On the plane
StokeleyDokeley🧡
Kylie
Are you okay?
I just seen your post
I'm sorry I ain't check
up on you yesterday, I
am so sorry for your lost
Please answer and tell me
you're okay
Imma text you 'til you text
back
😪 answer me wifey
Read at 9:48
I'm on a plane
Back to nyc
I'll text you when
I get home, and idk
bout the okay part.
Read at 9:49
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"Get some rest; I'll wake you up when we get there" Kyrie said to me.
I took that into consideration and shut my phone off.
I laid my head on his shoulder and shut my eyes to go to sleep.
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Home at last
"I never been to this part of New York before" Jay said as we walked up to the entrance of my house.
Kyrie rung the door bell and all of us adjusted our posture.
Every one but us stepped back while I was still half asleep on Kyrie's shoulder.
Last night when I fell asleep, I woke up a few hours later and couldn't go back.
They rid all of my sleeping pills, so there was no point in trying. I stayed up all night.
We heard foot steps approaching the door.
My stomach was turning in a thousand directions, as if I never saw my mother before.
"Ugh my babies" my mom said once she seen us. She pulled us into a hug and started crying.
"I'm sorry guys" she said to every one.
"It's okay", "No worries" they said to her.
All of us made our way into the house, to the living room.
"The burial is Sunday" my mom said.
"Wake is tomorrow" she added.
"Is it going to be an open casket?" Kyrie asked.
I couldn't tell if he was just being his normal self or what, cause it takes him a while to process things.
"I'm thinking about it" she said.
"Yasmeen your mom is coming by in a few" my mother said.
"How's my grandchild?" she added.
Yasmeen held her belly. "He or she is doing fine, but how are you doing?" Yasmeen asked.
My mother shrugged her shoulders.
"Mom" Kyrie said.
