"Breakfast is ready" I called to my twelve year old daughter, Milah, who was upstairs in her room, getting ready for school.
I love my daughter very much. She looks a lot like me, except her deep brown hair, which she inherited from her father, except the curls. She has my long curls and has cute dimples on both her left and right cheek.
Actually, she doesn't know her father, because, well, I run away when I found out I was pregnant with his child. Knowing Freddie, and his kind heart, he would have wanted to help me take care of Milah. I just wanted him to continue school. That is why I did that. Run away, I mean.
I went to California along with my mom, who only wanted to come with me, because of the cute looking guys who are constantly at the beach. I only told Melanie, my twin, I was leaving ad begged her not to tell Carly or Freddie ANYTHING.
Now I am back in Seattle, ready to start all over with life. I do wish I can tell Freddie all about Milah but he would not understand. I still love him. Very much.
"Hi mom" Milah said, as she sat at the table to dig into her breakfast. It was French toast and pineapple juice.
"Hi sweetie, sleep well?"
"Uh–huh. Guess what?"
"What?"
"During ICT a famous director is coming to teach us how to use the camera"
"Really. What is his name?"
"Don't remember"
"We gotta go, I have a lot of patients today"
I am a doctor at the Seattle hospital. OK, okay, I know what you guys are thinking 'Samantha Puckett a doctor? Holy chizz' I have to cater for myself and daughter, what do you expect?
"You'll pick me up today?" Milah asked, as I dropped her of at school.
"As always, be good"
"I'll try"
I chuckled and drove out of "Ridgeway", my formal school. Milah may be a smart ass like her father, but she definitely behaves like me. She's a tomboy, she's rude, she hates girly stuff. Good combination if you ask me.