Babygirl

boxes were unopened while others were torn to pieces. That's what happened when you moved and needed

k of looking for our plates. This chore is one that I took with no problem. It wa

ottom of the box just waiting to be pulled out and used. "Found them," I called loud enough that my mom could hear me over the screaming baby she was tending to. I hau

t I thought. It had a living room, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and a small kitchen. All connected by a hallway. Each room wa

gs of groceries propped up on top of it, waiting for me. I set the dishes

" she laughed lightly. I'm shocked they weren't dirty. As much attention as she gives any of the motherly

he perfect time to start crying again. "Here, Papi. No, no, you can have it." My moth

de sure they were sparkling clean. This is just another day in my l

ended that she couldn't hear it. I'm not sure how she was able t

was. "It's him," I called over my shoulder to my mom through a sigh. She always had these random guys coming over for hook ups until she

my brother wrapped up into her arms. "What are you going to do?" I was curious

my brother's dad was waiting outside. He was banging on the door and yell

h his head leaning against the door frame. "Hey, George." I dragged his name a ti

time. He wasn't skinny nor fat, just chubby. He ha

s not

had a half smile playing on his lips. I was sure

I rolled my eyes and looked down to make myself feel

rrupted by my mom saying something through the speaker that I couldn't make out. I was sure it wasn't good either way. "See, that's my son you got up there!" My mother y

t wasn't my place. All I know is that the cops were called a couple of hours later and George was escorted out of the buil

of the mirror above the sink. "I told that bastard if he kept harassing me, I

side of the bathroom door against t

my cheek without stopping and switching the bathroom light off, leaving me in the dark. I stayed there in the dark while I listened to her footsteps fade as she wa