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08.

↞ Symoria Logan Carter ∥ Face ↠
Dallas , TX // Sunday 12:12Pm.

"So dinner or lunch?" My daddy asked .

"Dinner , I wanna go to applebee's."

"I wanna go too." T-y hopped up .

"You is going." I smacked the back of his head .

"Face don't smack me right there." He turned around .

"Why not?" I laughed .

"Because , I fell off my bike yesterday and hit my head on the pole."

"How yo- ima mind my business." My daddy walked past .

"I gotta interview today at 3." I said grabbing the chips from on top of the fridge .

"You want me to take you or you taking yo car?"

"You gotta take me , ain't no gas in my car."

"Ight."

I walked off going to my room feeling a sudden urge to cry .

I quickly wiped my tears not understanding why . I went to my dad room seeing he was on the phone .

He frowned and looked at his phone "Hold on ima call you right back . Ight." He hung up . "Close the door , come here." He said standing up .

I closed the door and just let it all out .

"What's wrong Face?" He asked .

"I don't know , I think it's the medicine." I said in between sniffs .

"You having cryin spells?" He frowned .

"I think so." I shrugged and wiped my tears . "I just felt a urge to cry and I don't know why."

"Ima take you off the medicine." He pulled me into hug again .