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Hanna
My little boy stood in front of me, frowning, as I fixed his shaggy hair.
"Moooommmm," He whined, "Stop putting your spit in my hair!"
I laughed. "Dylan, sweetheart, we want you to look nice on your first day of school, don't we?" I asked.
"No," He grumbled. I shot him a stern look, trying not to smile. He instantly put on a huge sarcastic smile. "I mean, YEAH!" he said, giving me the thumbs-up. His face dropped back into its sarcastic look.
I laughed again, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Ewww..." He said, rubbing his wrist on the spot where I kissed. He was pretty sarcastic for a little boy of seven years old.
"MOMMY!" I heard a high pitched voice scream. I ran into the room over, afraid that my daughter was hurt.
"Cameron?" I spun around frantically to see my OTHER seven year old standing by her mirror. "Does this look okay?"
I sighed in relief as she was only talking about her outfit. "Yes, Honey. It looks fine. Now Come on." We walked out of the room together back to where Dylan was.
I handed them their lunch boxes. "Hurry! You're gonna be late for the bus!"
"Who cares," I heard Dylan sigh as he walked out of the door. I smiled to myself and plopped down on my couch. Dylan, Cammie, and I lived in a condo in Philadelphia, PA.
Everyone said Dylan looked just like me, but I honestly thought he looked more like...his dad. It was Dylan's big blue eyes that tricked people into thinking he resembled me. But he had his dad's nose, smile, and brown hair. He acted like him too. He was sketchy, well as sketchy as a 2nd grader could be. He wore unbuttoned plaid t-shirts over everything, and wore a hat when ever I would let him.
Cammie, on the other hand, was a mini-me. She loved clothes and took every opportunity to go shopping. She had her dad's brown eyes, but she had straight blonde hair. She was like a Barbie doll, but with a sarcastic flare (from me, of course).
All of my friends know who Dylan and Cameron's dad is. Caleb.
I found out that I was pregnant after he had left, (We are pretending he never came back, kay?) and decided not to tell him. I always slightly regretted that, because I knew that Caleb never met his dad, and I really never wanted that for my kids. I just hoped that I would never see Caleb again, not because I didn't love him, but because I wouldn't want to cause him the misery of learning that he never found out about his children.
Little did I know that hope wouldn't do a thing for me.
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