A 5'10, short haired brown-skin man was being walked over to me.
Staring right into my soul as if he was reminiscing.
I was completely stuck staring at his face.
I saw alittle bit of ... me.
It was so crazy to me how he resembled so much of Mella.
Then it all hit me. This has to be my father—
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Ella sat in silence, along with her "father".
Both analyzing each others faces.
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"wassup...baby girl" Diddy finally spoke, breaking the silence.
Ella picked up the phone and put it to her ear.
..
She finally managed to let some words out.
"H-how long have you been here ?" Ella spoke in a breathe less, barley auditable voice.
"19 years ." He replied making her eyes go wide.
"I got a 25 year sentence. But I'm getting out next week on good behavior".
Diddy said leaning closer with the phone to his ear.
"So why now ?" She said catching her voice.
"Whatchu mean ?"
"Why now ? After all these years you knew you had a daughter and now you wanna reach out to me ??"
Ella said sniffling.
"My whole life I thought you was dead !" She raised her voice.
"Listen babygirl—
"Ella". She cut him off.
"Ella... just hear me out on this. It'll all make sense, i swear on your great granny" Diddy said in a convincing voice.
"I've been trynna get in contact with you since you was a baby Ella"
"I'm not even supposed to be in jail ! It's your mother. She set all this up".
Diddy explained catching her attention.
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Ella sat up straight and tall.
"W-what do you mean my mother set this up ?" She replied.
"When me and Tresha was dating she set me up"
"To sum it all up, she started cheating ' with some dude named Veggie and took all I got "
"That bit- that bitch...
"RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE" Diddy said banging the phone against the window.
Making Ella jump .
"HEY INMATE !" The fat bald white guard yelled across the room.
"ONE MORE STRIKE AND YOU'RE DONE!" He warned.
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