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【 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 ∥ 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 】
Detroit 4:10 PM.

"Mason don't even remember you, why you wanna come see him all of a sudden?"

"I realized what I did was wrong, I wanna be in his life."

"Ion trust that shit cause if you leave again, that's gone confuse him."

"Can I see him or what?"

"Yea, we can meet and eat out or we can come where you at."

"We can eat out." She said. "I'll be ready by 6."

"K." I hung up. "Mason!" I called and he came running in his pull up with no shirt or pants.

"Where is yo clothes?"

"I hot." He said.

"You wanna go out to eat?"

"Eat? Yea." He nodded. "What we eat?" He asked making a face.

"I don't know yet, what you wanna eat?"

"Shicken." He said.

The only reason I was allowing her to see him was because mason was getting older and was starting to question where she was.

When he got older, if she was to leave again, I would rather him know the truth than to be sitting around questioning where she was and why she wasn't around.

"You gotta take a bath pissy man."

"I not piss." He frowned.

"Yes you did, lying ass." I looked through his tote to find him some clothes.

I just decided to grab his outfit that was new and hanging up.

"Come on." I picked him up and took him to the bathroom before putting him in the tub. "Don't even start splashing that water everywhere."

"I not." He made a face.

"Hand me yo rag." I pointed and he grabbed it and gave it to me.

Once I rinsed his body and then washed him up, I let him rinse himself a second time and then got him out the tub.

"Don't put the hoodie on." I grabbed it. "Cause you like to get dirty."

"You dirty." He mumbled as I put his diaper on him . "I not wear dis." He tugged at the diaper.

"You gone wear it today since we gone be out, When we get back you can put on the pull up."

He huffed, "K."

I put his shirt and pants on before brushing his hair and then letting him go back in his room to watch tv.

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"Who dat?" Mason pointed to his mama soon as I put him in his high chair and she sat there.

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