Camilla and her best friend, Nya move to California to start a new life. They leave their families behind and all they have now is each other. Camilla was an aspiring model and Nya was a self taught hairstylist. One day Camilla meets this handsome y...
"Have a good weekend, Mrs. A!" One of my students says to me. I smiled before getting into my car. "You too, Kaila. See you Monday!" I said, waving. When I finally got into my car, I threw my purse and my work bag into the passenger seat. "Whew, thank goodness it's Friday." I said. It was the first week back after winter break. I loved my job. I have been working as a 7th and 8th grade English teacher for a little over a year now. It'll be 2 years this October. I went from being a substitute teacher to an English teacher. I loved my students. "Thank you so much for watching Valeria, mom. Anthony and I really appreciate you." I tell my mother. I hugged my mother once I put my child in her car seat. "Of course. It's the least I could do. You know I love my grand baby. But when are y'all gonna put her back in daycare?" My mother says. See, we had Valeria in daycare. However, we immediately pulled her out because we found out that the staff were incredibly racist. They were violently putting their hands on the children and we were not about to have our child up in there. I'll be damn. I sighed after buckling V up. Then, I shut the car door. "Ma, we literally just pulled V out of that daycare. It's gonna take some time to find her a good one. I'm not about to leave my baby with just anybody!" I said. "I understand 100%. I do." My mother says. I got in my car and pulled my window down so that my mother and I could continue our conversation. "We have been looking, though." I tell my mom. "Did y'all find anything good?" She says. "Anthony and I do have an appointment to go check out this one daycare next week on Tuesday. We both took off for that day so this better be worth it." I said. "I feel that. Well, y'all get home safe. Call me later. I love y'all." My mother says. "We love you, more mommy! Say bye to grandma." I say. "Bye gamma!" Valeria says from her car seat. She waved at her grandmother. My mother laughed. "Bye, baby! See you later." She says. I put on my seatbelt and start the car. Then, I pull off. When V and I got home, Anthony was already home. His car was parked in the driveway. I've been up since 5 this morning and I needed a nap. Mommy was tired and my feet were screaming. "My babies! How was work, babe?" Anthony says, holding the door open. I walked inside, carrying Valeria on my hip, my work bag and my purse. "Work is always good! I just be tired as hell and my feet hurt all the time." I said. I put V down and she ran towards the kitchen. Anthony kissed me and then he ran after our daughter. "I feel that." He yelled from the kitchen. I made my way to the bedroom and took my shoes off. Then, I caught a glimpse of my outfit in the mirror. A nice navy blue sweater dress, stockings, and a pair of black ugg boots. My hair was in a low bun, which took me hours to do because my hair was so thick and curly. "What's for dinner, baby?" Anthony asked, joining me in the kitchen. "I'm making tacos." I said. My husband kissed my cheek. "Wow, you treat me so good. I love you!" He tells me. I laughed at his goofiness. "I love you, too. Can you hand me one of Valeria's little plates so I can make hers first? It's almost done." I said.
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I stood there in shock. Then, I turn to face my man. He's smiling at me. "You got me a car?!" I said. He laughed and nodded his head. "I did!" He says, throwing me the keys. I put KJ down and ran towards the brand new black Audi.
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"Baby, thank you so much! I love you!" I tell my husband. "I love you, more." He says to me. I was so shook. All I wanted to do was cry. Forget the car. Kaleb was really my everything. He was such an amazing husband, father, just an overall good human being. I was so thankful for him. "Hello?" My mother said into the phone. "Mommy, come outside." I said. "Chile, what are you up to?" My mother says. "Mom, I'm really not up to anything. Please just come outside. I wanna show you something." I said. My mother huffed and puffed. "Fine. But whatever it is, it better be good. It is 30 degrees outside." She complained. "Who's car is this?!" My mother says, running up to the brand new car. "Mine. Well, our car." I said, looking at Kaleb. He smiled and grabbed my hand. "Well, shit. Who bought it? I know you didn't. With ya little $13 an hour." My mother says. I looked at my mother. "Mommy!" I said. I loved my mother but sometimes the shit that came out of her mouth would be hurtful as hell. She's always been like that but only with me. Nobody else. I never understood why, though. It made no sense. Now that I was a mother, I was a lot more sensitive than before. "What? Ain't you making like $13 an hour?" My mother pressed. I took a deep breath. "Actually, I make $18 an hour." I said, correcting her. She put her hands up. "Well, excuse the hell outta me." She said. Now, she wanna be the one with an attitude after she basically just came for my life. I wanted to stop by my mothers house in the new whip and she just killed my whole vibe. It was so crazy how one person could ruin my entire day with just a few words. I definitely needed to work on that. Among other things within myself. "You okay, baby?" Kaleb asked. We were in the car, on our way home from my mothers house. I asked Kaleb to drive because my vibe had just been killed. I take a look at our sleeping son in his car seat. "I'm okay. I'll be fine." I tell my husband. I may not be making as much money as Kaleb as of right now. But shit, I was trying. I was a college student, a mother, and I worked part time so that Kaleb wasn't the only one paying bills. This shit wasn't easy at the fuck all. So for my mother to say what she said, wasn't cool. "I just want you to know how much I love and appreciate you, babe." Kaleb tells me, later that night. I smiled as my man rested his head on my thigh. I rubbed his face. "Baby, I know you do. I should be telling you that." I said. "I know. And you do tell me that. I just wanted to tell you because of what your mom said earlier. I know that wasn't cool. I'm sorry." Kaleb says. "It's okay. Growing up, my mother used to say hurtful things like that all the time. Part of me is used to it. But now that I'm a mother, I'm a lot more sensitive. The things my mom used to say to me, I'd never say to KJ." I said.
