77th street sycamore

It's so hard to let go sometimes |I just can't let her go as much I would like to I just can't leave her by herself|. She's a young women that can take care of herself don't get me wrong, but she wouldn't be able to do it I , just know it.

" Why don't you be a lil' happy for your mama " she cheers pulling herself up from my bed as the damp when she sat down on my bed goes up to it's normal position." I'm happy see" I fake a smile to satisfy her enough.

"Stop being dramatic mom..it's just another wedding of yours nothing special , you know" I assure her . " Jazzy..this is the real deal the ending point,my person " she mumbles closing the door behind her, I didn't get to see her expressions but I could easily figure out that she was a bit serious.