As if that family didn't take enough from me, they want to try to stop me from finally being with my baby. My sons know me and love me. They understand what it is I've been through. They are able to carry things out for me now, knowing that we will be together again. Yet this cretin and her clan who stole my baby is trying to stop me now? They may have turned me around for a little bit, but my power is still growing and I will not stop until I can see my baby and she can see me and know all the lies that she was fed until now.
I went straight to my Daniel, my oldest living son. He's in his 20's now and serving time for aggravated assault and larceny. I am so proud of him because he continues to be that son that wants to please his mother. When I speak to him when he's dreaming on that hot cot, he never pushes me out of his head. I advise him to make sure that he stays on top and he makes sure to get his point across even in lockdown.
My Miguel is a little softer and needs a little bit more encouragement. But he is still my son.
What these scoundrels don't know is that even in this life, I gain more power by forcing the living to take more lives. Call me a manipulator, killer, evil person. It doesn't matter because it serves a purpose and feeds more power to me. That chubby girl though, she is a force. She looked a little too scatterbrained to even know the level of her abilities, but to see flames that blue, that says something and to know that I helped create that...maybe I just made things harder on myself. But what is the point, if you can't have a little fun?
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FantasiWritten from the eyes of an unassuming NYC college student that tries to fly under the radar, Safiyah travels a new path in her "life", meeting some new friends along the way. Although she feels like it's just another regrettable day, she realizes...
