I'm here thinking of something, and all they can think about is breakfast.
I feel like banging their heads together to give them enough senses. How can they think to do something of this sort? I mean, why will they disturb my packing?
It's not like I asked any of them to disturb me.
It's just not something I want.
I returned to packing until I thought better of it.
With the bags, I will be easily found. However, without it, there is no way for them to know I'm running from this place.
So, I dumped the idea of taking anything from here.
I will just go to Kel's house. Since he promised to take me to another place, to save me from the wrath of my baby's father.
I will go there and beg him to take me back.
Bin started crying.
"You," I walk over to his crib and looked down at my beautiful son who's looking more like his father every day.
The more I look at it, the more it seems like I'm looking at Mar.
