WHO’S THE FATHER : CHAPTER 11 – 20
Chapter 12
Few months later, I never thought I would be happy again until I gave birth to Ginger (Gigi)
The moment I set my eyes on her, I felt touched happy again. Gigi is the reason for my happiness. I don’t joke about her, she’s my everything.
I still don’t know her father and I haven’t told her about the rape situation. She’s not ready for it.
WHO’S THE FATHER : CHAPTER 11 – 20
FEW MINUTES LATER
I parked my car in the public garage, China, Gigi and I came out of the car and we went inside.
China fell on the couch feeling tired, while Gigi and I went inside my bedroom, I changed into my blue floral light jumpsuit.
I helped Gigi wore pink fluffy pyjamas. She knows how to dress up but sometimes I feel like wearing her something.
“Mommy.”
“What is it, baby?” I asked as I held her hand and walked out of the bedroom to the living room.
I guess Lazy China is inside her bedroom.
Gigi and I sat on the couch and turned on the small plasma TV. Watching The Croods cartoon.
“Did Mrs Randall say anything mean to you when I was in the car?” She asked.
I rolled my eyes with a smile “No she didn’t, okay? Don’t mind her, just finish school and become successful and ignore those people like Mrs Randall, Okay?”
Gigi nodded “Okay, mommy.”
“And don’t be alone no matter what. Always have a true friend by your side and be careful of those who pretend.” I said, feeling bitter inside.
“Yes, mommy.”
“Good girl.” I hugged Gigi tightly and kssed her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too mommy.” she said.
I stood up and went to the kitchen and was making small meal. Vegetable salad and bacon.
I served them in two blue plastic plates and went back to the living room and gave Gigi a plate.
“Thank you mommy.”
We were eating dinner and watching cartoon together.
I heard the door knocked.
I frowned feeling weird because I’ve never expect any visitor since the past 5 years except food deliveries.
“Gigi, wait here okay?” I said as I stood up and went to the door.
I wait for them to knock again and they did.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Child service.” She answered.
I frowned “Child service?” I opened the door and saw a blonde woman in black suit. “Hi?”
“Hi, I’m Mary, I’m a CPS worker, a middle aged red hair woman called us that there’s been a child abuse.” She explained.
“What?” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, she said a young mother has been living her daughter alone and going to parties.” She added.
I clenched my fist angrily “Mrs Randall.”
“Yeah, so can I check your house for a week to know what’s going on?” Mary asked.
I scoffed “Look, woman, I don’t know who you are and what gives you the right to enter my house?”
“I have every right and don’t worry. You’re safe as long as you don’t leave your daughter like you used to.” she said rudely.
“That’s a lie Mary, that woman just think that I can’t take care of my child because I’m young.” I protested.
“How old are you?”
“21.” I replied.
Mary sighed “Then I have to check this place out for a week. If it turns out what the woman is saying wrong then fine.
I’ll leave you. But if she’s right, I’ll have to take your child for foster care.”
I rolled my eyes “Fine, do whatever you want but stay away from me and my daughter.” I said rudely as I went inside with Mary.
“Nika, what’s going on?” China yawned as she came out ‘‘Who’s that?” she asked.
“My name is Mary Brook, I’m here to inspect the house.” she asked.
“Why?”
“Mrs Randall.” I replied.
“Again? Someone needs to teach that teacher a lesson.” China said feeling annoyed.
I shrugged “Don’t worry, as long as my house is clean. The woman can leave.”
I went back to the couch and was watching movie with my daughter and the woman was sitting at the dining room inspecting us. China went back to her room and sleep.
Gigi and I were enjoying the movie till she fell asleep. I turned off the TV, carried her to her bedroom.
I lay her on her small pink mattress and covered her with blanket. I turned as I saw Mary starring at us.
I didn’t trust that woman so I lie on the floor beside my daughter’s bed.
This is exactly what I go through because I’m a young mother.
Fine, I’m a teenage mom but does that make me a terrible person?
WHO’S THE FATHER : CHAPTER 11 – 20
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