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Brushing her hair up into a messy bun while adding a loose bang, Camille was getting ready for her first day of work. All week she's been debating on whether should she dress up or dress comfortable knowing how her and her friends used to judge the new faces that entered the home. Too flashy meant that they were only there for the check and the under dressed only meant, they took their job entirely way too serious. Meaning automatic write ups, deductions on their pay week and even shutting the lights out at eight o'clock on the dot. Camille wanted to enter their home with the kids feeling confident enough to approach her or even trust her enough to let their guards down. She knew it would take some time to immediately get on the kids good side, but she wasn't planning on giving up either. Not only would they thank her in the future, but also they would have someone they could turn, call or even run to anytime. Camille slipped her hair pin into the bang as it dangled near her brow and brushed into the messy bun. She checked the time before grabbing her phone, her bag and her laptop; she was still searching for daycares for the girls. So just for this week, Antonio had the girls staying at his house until Camille gotten off of work. "Look at you." She cheesed smiling at herself in front of the mirror. Although she looked as if she was running to her morning class, Camille could see the progress of a educated and hard working woman. Camille slipped inside of her coat before grabbing her keys and headed towards the door. She made sure to lock up her place before walking over to the car that sat outside patiently waiting on her. Opening up the door, a smile stretched across Camille's face as her nostrils was filled with the sweet scent of peppermint and marijuana. She spotted him dressed in a black Nike sweatsuit. His hoodie was on, but by the way he sat slouched inside of his seat, Camille could tell that he was restless. "Good morning sleepy head and I'm happy that you actually made it." Camille cooed climbing inside of the car then closed the door behind her. Their date ended around eight o'clock, but the two didn't separate each other until one o'clock in the morning which left Alijah restless. "What's up and I told you I would. Look at you all excited and shit." He smirked turning her way and winked. Camille smiled before leaning over and cupping Alijah's hot face then pecked his lips. "And I appreciate that." She smiled while wiping off the lip gloss that stained Alijah's lips. "You got it. So what time am I supposed to pick you up?" He asked pulling out of parking and headed towards the highway. Camille slid on her seatbelt before unlocking her phone and checked her schedule one more time. "At five unless you're going to be busy then I'll take a Uber." Camille said and Alijah sucked his teeth. "What I told you about that Uber shit Cami? I don't even trust those niggas. They be all different kind of Sex Traffickers and shit, you're cool. I'll be here at five." Alijah grumbled bringing a smile to Camille's face. Having to send her car away until she could pay the car note again, for the past two weeks Camille had to bank on taking Ubers and Alijah getting her to her locations. Except for when she was with the girls, she would call up Antonio knowing he would lose his shit if he had found out about Alijah. "You're always saying that, but thank you Ali. What time do you plan on opening up your shop?" Camille questioned as she sat back and began to rub the back of Alijah's neck. "Ten.... I'll probably have Zeek open up though, I'm way too tired." He mumbled as they slowed down from the yellow light that appeared over their heads. "My poor baby." She cooed before leaning over and placed a kiss onto his cheek. "You could've stayed in and slept then Ali, I don't want you driving while you're tired. That's just as bad as driving drunk." Camille said and Alijah shook his head 'no'. "I'll be fine and besides I miss you. So I'll come spend some time with you." Alijah mumbled bringing a small smirk to Camille's face. "I miss you too." Making their way through the city until they've reached Camille's destination, she slid off her seatbelt then grabbed her bag. "Have a nice first day. I'll see you at five Big Head." Alijah mumbled rubbing his burning eyes. He was growing more tired as the time went by and having to drive back home, Alijah had plans on sleeping the day away. "Thank you and get you some rest Pa. Call me or even send me a quick text letting me know that you've made it home safe." Camille spoke before pecking Alijah's pouty lips. She climbed out of his car before walking over to the same place she promised herself that she'll never step foot inside ever again. But things were different. Not only was she older, but the girls that she lived with no longer lived there. Ringing the bell, Camille laughed at the cheesy mooing bell that Mrs. Wing had since Camille was a little girl. "Who is it?" Mrs. Wing asked through the intercom. "Me, Cami." Camille replied with her hand holding onto the door knob. Before she knew it, she was getting buzzed in and she walked inside of the place that made her into the person she was today. Including the mommy side of Camille. "I'm glad you came, everyone's at school of course. You know Mama Wing don't play that." Mrs. Wing greeted Camille with a hug. Camille laughed while agreeing. There was days that she was on her last breath and Mrs. Wing still had sent her to school not knowing whether Camille or any of the other girls were playing hookie. "Of course not. But wow Mrs. Wing, look at what you've done to the place." Camille gasped as she glanced around the living room with glowing eyes. Everything seemed so intact and updated that all Camille could do was shake her head in disbelief. When she stayed here, the placed seemed as if it was stuck in the nineties and was fighting to break free. These girls were lucky, Camille thought to herself. "I've finally got the money from the government to give these girls a better living lifestyle instead of treating them as if they were inside of jail. So I allowed everyone to pick out their dream bedrooms, Stacey who you'll meet around three and my other assistant Olivia came together decorating the whole entire house. It took us some time but we got it done." Mrs. Wing explained as Camille nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah it's a whole different setting then when I lived here. So how many girls do you have staying with you?" Camille asked as Mrs. Wing signaled for her to follow her to her office. "All of this space for me?" Camille gasped as she looked around the empty office. Only thing that was provided was the desk and office spinning chair. Rather than that, Camille was given all opportunity to spice up her office. "Yes and until you get that degree of yours, you'll be considered as a Big Sister instead of a counselor but it's stepping stones." Mrs. Wing explained while Camille placed her bag into the chair and nodded her head. "Meaning...." Camille asked with a raised brow and her hands onto her hips. "Meaning that you'll have to gain the girls trust first before you could just walk around claiming to be someone's psychiatrist. You'll help with homework, cooking, chores and hair if you're still good at it. Which is why I'm glad that you're dressed to comfort so they could see that you're still down." Mrs. Wing said causing Camille to laugh and nod her head. "Yes ma'am. So how many are there now?" Camille asked. Before she had grown old enough to live on her own, there was about nine girls inside of Mrs. Wing home. "Twelve girls, but I think that's where I'm going to stop unless they give me another home because believe it or not, these girls are worst than you girls were." Mrs. Wing complained making a smirk grow onto Camille's face. She didn't think anyone could ever be worst than her and her roommates. At the time Mrs. Wing dealt with junkies, runaways, alcoholics, pregnant teens, thieves and strippers. There was a fight every other day or cops being called either girl. "Really? Oh Mrs. Wing you know I how I feel about these grown ass little girls." Camille frowned causing Mrs. Wing to laugh and point Camille's way. "That's exactly why I hired you. Not only were you one of them, but I guess you can understand them better than some preppy nose that thinks she knows what's best because she studied it. So don't be fighting my babies Cami.... Speaking of babies, how are yours doing?" Mrs. Wing asked. Camille smiled while pulling out her phone and unlocked it. "Well tell your girls to behave themselves and they're good. Look at them." Camille smiled showing off her babies crawling around Isabelle's house. "Why won't you look at that? It seems like you just gave birth to them and yet they're climbing and crawling all over the place. God bless them."
