*Cameron's POV*
How many times do i fuck up? Many.
How many times did i try and go back to fix it? None.
Maybe its too late to go back and fix everything but atleast some things would change. Atleast i hope. I have to fix my shit. I screwed up everything. From being a bitch to people who helped me all the way through. Sometimes its hard to trust everyone but i guess you just have to.
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I changed into something more formal, & i tried my best to cover my tattoos since she hated them.
The drive would be long which meant i had time to think about what i had to say.
As the taxi got closer i felt my hands start shaking. It was weird that this would happen but it did.
I walked up the front porch steps and rang the doorbell.
There she was the woman I lost touch with.
"Mom." i said looking back at her.
Its super shory since i had no internet
more updates this week though!