Querida Mamá Primeriza...

Querida Mamá Primeriza...

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Hay ocasiones en las que de verdad digo "gracias por darme este tipo de información, comentarios y experiencias" porque como mamá primeriza hay muchas cosas que no sabía. Esto no solo para decirte "haz esto con tu bebé" eso ya depende de ti pero sí puede ser que te ayude en algo de salir de dudas... espero poder explicarme bien y que de verdad lo puedas entender. Acepto que muchas veces no me atreví a preguntar ciertas cosas como mamá y tuve mis dudas... pero aquí, en este espacio, somos libres para hacer cualquier pregunta, decir y liberar cualquier emoción y contar cada experiencia que nos deja una lección.
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"Would you not do that, Cupcake?" He moaned. "Cupcake, really? We escalated to pet names?" I said annoyed. "Well you haven't confirmed your name, so yeah." He responded getting up. "Fine if it means you'll stop calling me Cupcake, my name's Marie." I told him. "Good to know Cupcake." He smirked. I just rolled my eyes and turned back towards the classroom. "Hey does it look like I was done talking to you?" "Does it look like I care?" I asked turning back to the classroom. ------------------------------------ People think I am a normal girl. That's not how I would describe it. My dad was a CIA agent, before he died when I was 10. He trained me so, I can take care of my mom and I. I thought I wouldn't have anymore issues. I wouldn't need to live in fear of someone trying to hurt us. But then when I came home from school my mom was gone. The only thing there was a letter. MY MOM WAS KIDNAPPED! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I just moved to a small rich town in Tennessee. I just wanted to finish Junior year and not have to worry about how my dads job could effect me. I never expected to run straight into the schools bad boy. Let's just say he had no idea who he was messing with.

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