The Roses That Grew From The Concretes

Ch. 7

                                                            Miami, Florida
                                           November 23rd, 2014

Caliana's POV

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Caliblanco: Miami vibes✨! Palm trees🌴 & 80 degrees🌞

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Keyglock: Paperroute Cali😈

Barbiewhosnameiskenn: You look good friend😝!

Paperroutefat: 😍😍😍Baby 

Paperroutewoo: @Paperroutepjay  @Keyglock @Paperroutetrey Look at this thirsty ass nigga😂!

Paperroutetrey: 😂😂 Hell naw! I see ya cuzzin😌!

Paperroutepjay: Smh, she don't want you🤦🏾‍♂️! @Paperroutefat

Caliblanco: Y'all get off Fat😩😂!

I closed outta my Instagram, and walked into my pop's high rise condo. My dad was in the living room on a business call. I went into the kitchen, and grabbed my fruit bowl. Once I came out of the kitchen he was off the phone, and I sat next to him on the couch.

" What do you wanna do today amira?" ( Which means princess)

My pops is Eritrean. I'm the only child. When my parents were together me, and my pops always had a great father-daughter bond. Hell, it's still great to be honest just kinda wish he didn't live in another state.