The third time this week my mom thought she was in labor and said sorry. Sorry! I thought sorry changed everything but I was wrong. Sorry mean nothing. It's dead to me. It doesn't erase the lack of sleep. Ughh. My mom said it's like pay back for the time I had to go the hospital at three a.m.
But it couldn't be my fault if I was soppose to come out that morning.
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My baby girl
RandomTheres more stories to come later on in the year... this story was my first ever book on wattpad so excuse this crappy story .... My baby girl is about Tamera's little girl Bree and the laughs of life with a mother and a daughter through the hard t...
