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Authors: Blake Karrington
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scared. Still, she didn’t judge Shantell on her act. She knew her situation. Shantell had to do what she had to do. Dee-Dee just wasn’t ready to put herself out there like that.
That night, both Shantell and Dee-Dee would get a glimpse of their collective futures, money and men.
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Chapter 4
It ain’t all good
On her day off Shantell decided to take her daughter Jordan to the park.
“Peek-a-boo, I see you,” Shantell said.
“Pee-boo,” Jordan said in baby talk. “c u.”
Jordan was a bright kid, who caught on quick. Pattycake and Peek-a-boo were two of her favorite games. She loved playing rhyming and sing a long games with her mother. Shantell could relate easily to her daughter because she was a kid at heart. Anyone who was lucky enough to view moments like these could tell that these two shared an intense bond.
“Boo!” Shantell yelled.
In reaction to her mother’s playfulness, Jordan tried to hide her face behind her small hands. But she didn’t do a very good job. Shantell gazed into her daughter’s eye lovingly. She tried to time her, so she would catch her with her face exposed. But as she stared at Jordan, she forgot that they were even playing a game.
Jordan beat her to the punch.
“Pee-boo. I see u mommy!” She exclaimed happily. “I vin.”
Shantell broke out into a toothy smile as her daughter ran up to her and hugged her. Shantell bent down and picked her up, placing Jordan on the bench.
Sitting side by side, Shantell and her daughter bore a striking resemblance. That fact warmed Shantell’s heart. Jordan was her everything, her reason for being. A feeling of complete ness washed over her. She didn’t look at her child as a burden; instead she viewed Jordan as a blessing. In a life full of horrible wrongs, Jordan was the lone bright spot.
“Play Patty cake mommy.” Jordan playful screamed.
“Patty cake, Patty cake,” Shantell chimed. “Make a cake, put in da oven and watch it bake...”
Shantell lived vicariously through he daughter. She relived her days of youth and innocence, which were gone. She vowed to keep her daughter carefree. She wanted Jordan to be a child for a long as possible. If she did her job as a parent well then she would insulate her daughter from the street life. And shelter her from all harm.
At Three years old Jordan’s mind was sharp as a whip. She played right along with her mother. Through constant repetition, Jordan picked up the nursery rhymes.
Suddenly in the middle of the game, Jordan stopped and pointed to something.
“Mommy. Swing. Swing,” She suddenly said. “C’mon!”
Soon as the words were out her mouth, she took off running, as fast as her little legs would carry her. Shantell was right behind her, in hot pursuit. Sounds of loud laughter and giggles filled the air. Though the park was packed to capacity, with parents and children, trying to catch one of the last few warm days, one would have thought this was their own private little play ground. Shantell and Jordan were in their own world. They showed no interest in socializing with anyone else but each other.
“Wee, mommy!” Jordan called out.
Shantell watched over and over again, as her child slide down the giant blue slide. It seemed like Jordan was really enjoy herself.”
“Ooooh, look at you.” Shantell commented. “You such a big girl, Jordan.”
One good thing that came out of being a teenage mother was, Shantell was able to physically play with her daughter for countless hours at time. These were her child’s formative years,
Shantell was sure she would remember this later in life. She was laying the groundwork for a bond that would last a lifetime.
As afternoon turned to evening, the park began to thin out. Thus bringing and end to their fun filled day. Shantell and Jordan relaxed on the park bench taking in the sights and sounds. While sitting on the park bench, a pair of joggers slowly came into view.
“C’mon ma,” The woman yelled. “One more
That night, both Shantell and Dee-Dee would get a glimpse of their collective futures, money and men.
----
Chapter 4
It ain’t all good
On her day off Shantell decided to take her daughter Jordan to the park.
“Peek-a-boo, I see you,” Shantell said.
“Pee-boo,” Jordan said in baby talk. “c u.”
Jordan was a bright kid, who caught on quick. Pattycake and Peek-a-boo were two of her favorite games. She loved playing rhyming and sing a long games with her mother. Shantell could relate easily to her daughter because she was a kid at heart. Anyone who was lucky enough to view moments like these could tell that these two shared an intense bond.
“Boo!” Shantell yelled.
In reaction to her mother’s playfulness, Jordan tried to hide her face behind her small hands. But she didn’t do a very good job. Shantell gazed into her daughter’s eye lovingly. She tried to time her, so she would catch her with her face exposed. But as she stared at Jordan, she forgot that they were even playing a game.
Jordan beat her to the punch.
“Pee-boo. I see u mommy!” She exclaimed happily. “I vin.”
Shantell broke out into a toothy smile as her daughter ran up to her and hugged her. Shantell bent down and picked her up, placing Jordan on the bench.
Sitting side by side, Shantell and her daughter bore a striking resemblance. That fact warmed Shantell’s heart. Jordan was her everything, her reason for being. A feeling of complete ness washed over her. She didn’t look at her child as a burden; instead she viewed Jordan as a blessing. In a life full of horrible wrongs, Jordan was the lone bright spot.
“Play Patty cake mommy.” Jordan playful screamed.
“Patty cake, Patty cake,” Shantell chimed. “Make a cake, put in da oven and watch it bake...”
Shantell lived vicariously through he daughter. She relived her days of youth and innocence, which were gone. She vowed to keep her daughter carefree. She wanted Jordan to be a child for a long as possible. If she did her job as a parent well then she would insulate her daughter from the street life. And shelter her from all harm.
At Three years old Jordan’s mind was sharp as a whip. She played right along with her mother. Through constant repetition, Jordan picked up the nursery rhymes.
Suddenly in the middle of the game, Jordan stopped and pointed to something.
“Mommy. Swing. Swing,” She suddenly said. “C’mon!”
Soon as the words were out her mouth, she took off running, as fast as her little legs would carry her. Shantell was right behind her, in hot pursuit. Sounds of loud laughter and giggles filled the air. Though the park was packed to capacity, with parents and children, trying to catch one of the last few warm days, one would have thought this was their own private little play ground. Shantell and Jordan were in their own world. They showed no interest in socializing with anyone else but each other.
“Wee, mommy!” Jordan called out.
Shantell watched over and over again, as her child slide down the giant blue slide. It seemed like Jordan was really enjoy herself.”
“Ooooh, look at you.” Shantell commented. “You such a big girl, Jordan.”
One good thing that came out of being a teenage mother was, Shantell was able to physically play with her daughter for countless hours at time. These were her child’s formative years,
Shantell was sure she would remember this later in life. She was laying the groundwork for a bond that would last a lifetime.
As afternoon turned to evening, the park began to thin out. Thus bringing and end to their fun filled day. Shantell and Jordan relaxed on the park bench taking in the sights and sounds. While sitting on the park bench, a pair of joggers slowly came into view.
“C’mon ma,” The woman yelled. “One more
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