"Samantha, you be late for your first day of school! Hurry!"
"I'm sorry mama!" Samantha said as she rushed downstairs trying to put on her backpack. In a formal khaki skirt and a pine green collard shirt. She had silky brown hair and green eyes. She reached the front door and looked back.
"Mama, you ready?" She asked me. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her innocence. How warm a child can be. How touching can a simple smile from a child be. I love her so much which is why I work so hard. At the same time, it infuriates me when I think about her father.
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My Neighbor
General FictionMy name is Cheri and it's not easy raising a 4 year old daughter by yourself. I work hard and spend every minute I can with, Samantha. But I do miss a man's touch. A man's way of making you feel safe. That is until I met my new neighbor. But will th...
