𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 - 𝐏𝐨𝐩 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

Longer chapters from here on out !! Bc i only upload a couple one day a week lmao
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"Ciela I was fucked up. I was forreal fucked up. Like I will show you everywhere we lived. Where I lived after I gave you guys up. From shelters to group homes to the streets. You don't know the half of what I went through being a mom of three kids working and talking care of you guys by myself. No one on my side. No one to look after you. Nothing. Look at me please!" She cries out, "I swear to God I JUST got my life together. JUST had everything fall in my place. That was my plan to give you two a better life something I would've never been able to provide. I wanted to have everything set and ready for when you guys came home."

"All these excuses.." I wipe my tears, "You couldn't get your life together so put us in foster care?" I ask, "My abuela on my dad's side..our dad..any of my aunts could've took us in and you mean to tell me no one was on your side?" I ask as she quickly nods, "You know I will never forget the day you dropped me off at social services. Mind you i'm only two years old. Two, and I vividly remember this like it was yesterday. You dropped us off and never looked back bro.." My voice cracks, "Never looked back. That broke my heart," I cry making her cry more, "And then for you to sit in my face with all this designer on talking about you just got everything to fall in place?"

"I swear to God I really just got all this beginning of this year. I just got a good stable job. I just got all this designer shit. I just got my life together. And I swear to God I was coming to get you guys. I promise."

"No no no no no! Don't say 'I promise'. I remember the last time I saw you, you said 'I promise I'll be back for you' and what happened?" I wipe my in coming tears.

"Ci—," She starts before I cut her off.

"Can you listen to me? I let you talk now let me talk," I say before she nods and wipes her tears, "Every night I cried for you. Everyday felt like the same. It felt like I was never getting out. Everyday I had hope that you would come back. I cried for my brothers. I worried for years if my brothers were still alive. Still upstate with me. Or in a whole different state or for that matter country. I lived in a home with a dozen other kids and I was the youngest. I would pee the bed every night for a couple of years because I was so scared and got beat for doing that. I had a tv fall on my face and break. So much shit happened in that house I thought I was gonna die."

"Don't say that.." She trails off.

"I was never able to have a decent holiday. Never got a christmas gift ever. You took us to social services two days before my third birthday and that traumatized me a lot. I don't celebrate christmas. Never wanted to celebrate thanksgiving because for what? What am I thankful for? What was I thankful for? Forreal? To be separated from my brothers?" I drop a few tears, "My childhood was shot growing up. Because YOU wanted to get your life together. How long does it take to get your life together?"

"I know you're upset and you have every right but please let me explain."

"Listen to her Ci.." Cameron says before helping Pop to calm me down.

"A-Are you g—," The waitress approaches the table.

"Give us time please and thank you," Pop looks at her before she nods and walk away.

"My childhood was messed up too. I'm from Fajardo in Puerto Rico and I lived with my abuela and my sisters. My mother had came to the U.S to find my sisters and I a better living situation. I thought it would be a couple of days but days turned into five years. She flew us out, blasé blase.. we were raised in Brooklyn. I met your father around fifteen. We didn't know what we were doing. Long story short, I found out I was pregnant with Malik and my mom kicked me out. Your dad wanted me to get an abortion. I didn't believe in it and I had Malik. He wasn't there. For anything. To buy food, diapers, support Malik. I never wanted to put us on food stamps. Or have anyone else involved. I was headstrong about making it on my own. I was living with my friends from time to time with the ones who's parents weren't judgmental and think I was a bad example. The next time I saw your father was when Malik turned two. We you know had sex.. nine months later I gave birth to you in Canarsie over at Kings County.. actually all three of you were born there."

"Wait so I'm from Brooklyn? I didn't know that," I look at Pop, "We both from Canarsie babe," I laugh a little.

"That's crazy forreal," He chuckles, "Kinda would explain the accent. Doesn't matter how long you were in Canarsie. Your accent is like super jamaican
spanish like my pops. Especially when you're mad that's when it's super heavy."

"Born and raised for the couple of years," She nods, "Mines too though. You guys are mixed with all of it. Your dad is Dominican and Jamaican, I'm Puerto Rican and Trini so—."

"Trini too? I'm def missing out on life," I laugh making her laugh.

"Whewww nena, you are," She says.

Pop's POV
Seeing Ci having this heart to heart conversation with her birth mother really had me wanting to shed some tears.

I was glad to see how they were connecting as a mother and daughter should. It was special. It was like they never left each other. And with just one conversation explaining everything, they were on good terms.

This was my frist time seeing something so real. Seeing one's hurt to another's and healing with eachother. I've never been this connected to a female before that i'm seeing her on her best days and on her worsts. Her highest and lowest, so all of it was new to me but it just made me realize how close me and Ci really were.

Cause to be honest if this was any other girl, I wouldn't be here.

Ciela's POV
"After I found affordable housing and went back to school I became a lawyer. I tried to get in contact with the foster parents you three were assigned to..they told me I wasn't able to get custody back."

"Why?" Cameron asks.

"Haziel actually. He had a lot of anger towards me for my decision to give you guys up to the system for a better life.. and he would tell them I was on drugs, I was dangerous and abusive a lot of shit."

"Are you?" I ask making her furrow her brows.

"Of course not. I've never taken drugs a day in my life. I don't even drink. But the reason why he would say this and that is because of the fact that like I said, no one on my side would help me out. His family wasn't helping out.. he wasn't helping out. There was no other choice but to give you guys up and it, till this day is the hardest thing I had to do. As a young mother with three kids.. I couldn't afford it and I wasn't educated. I had to get right before being an actual parent."