Since her childhood, Kaylee Akhrif, a young African of Moroccan origin and of European origin lives a fairly simple life, and tries to pretend to be a good girl with her family, little by little when she begins her adolescence, she falls into drug a...
Now I have become an independent young woman who is strong on me. My strength is my children but my heart has been broken since their father betrayed me. I finished my studies a few monts ago. I cut my hair in a pretty square two years ago to change it a bit. Henry and Mia are now three years old.
I told my friends that I didn't want them to tell Miguel my babies were born to start my life over. Deep down, I still love him but I won't be able to forgive him for his betrayal. All I want is away from all problems and conflicts and devote myself more to my children. Who are all for since their birth. I rebuild myself away, from him, even if I can't forget him, I miss him a lot. It's hard to forget someone you loved with sincere love.
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We are at the park, which is ten minutes from our home, with Saryana, Josh and their children. Children love them. It is very beautiful today, I'm sitting on a tablecloth with Saryana. Josh plays soccer with kids, it's very funny to see, but I'm not kidding for long soon it's my turn.
-Kaylee, I heard.
I don't move anymore I think I even forgot to breathe, it's HIS voice, after a few seconds hoping that it's not him, that it's my mind playing a trick on me again, I turn around, he is there, I get up quickly Saryana does the same. And I say : Get out of here ! He looks at children, more precisely MY children. And said with his hoarse voice : They are magnificent !
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I can see her eyes clouded with tears. And I say : Leave once and for all, you have nothing to do here ! Forgive me Kaylee, I swear it was a mistake, he said right in my eyes. To forgive yourself, you made fun of me, you are nothing for me, I say, moving away from him. I grit my teeth so as not to let my tears run down, I have to stay strong. Henry comes up to me and says : Mom, who is the man ? No one, honey, we're going home. Miguel's face twists in pain, facing my answer, he really thinks he can come like that and I'll forget his betrayal.
Let him go home, he has nothing to do here, he hurt me enough like that. Mia comes towards us, I carry her in my arms and hold Henry in the hand. And we leave in our little home. I could never forget what made me, every night I cry over and over again wondering "why did I deserve this" ? But I can't forget him, I won't allow him to come close to me or my children again.
"Forgive me for my mistakes, my missteps and all these days of tears. "
