It was the middle of the night all was quiet. Mom and dad were in their room asleep. Jose was in his bedroom or as if he likes to call it his "Man Cave". There he could spend time in his room with his darts aiming at a picture of my ex boyfriend's face. Aubrey, little sister of my heart, was also asleep in her little pink bedroom. Its decorated with fairies and castles all around. The sense of adventure and mystery have always surrounded her adventurous spirit. I was in my room. I always lived in this room.

Mom and Dad updated my room as the years went passed by. When I first got home from the hospital as a baby, to now, my parents have always made sure I was happy and comfortable. I always loved this room. It is where I could read, watch tv and movies ,and, write my songs for my album in my journal.

The room doesn't just belong to me anymore. The room is shared between me and my son Corey. I love sitting in the rocking chair while as my son was sleeping peacefully in my arms after I fed him. My son is and always will be truly a gift for me. My son was born prematurely. My doctors, at first, thought I wasn't in labor. I kept going back and forth because I kept having contractions. After a second visit to the doctors it was decided that I was in labor. .I sighed remembering that memory vividly. I didn't care if my son was born early. The moment I saw him was the moment I fell in love with him. My eyes widened as I see my son sniffled in his sleep

"It's okay…I'm here.", I said lovingly.

He reached out to my other hand. I stroked him softly. That's when he leaned against my chest calmly.

I smiled softly.

"Such a good baby…reminds me of his father.", I thought happily.

It has been months since my son's father and I broke up. He wasn't ready to be a dad. So when he proposed to me, I said no. There was a lot of what happens later. I could see my son was fully asleep. It was time for me to put him in his crib. When I laid him down in the crib, I stared at him. Then I placed a kiss on my hand and placed it on top of his forehead.

"I love you 3000." I said

There were tears that starting rolling from my eyes. My son's father and I used to say that a lot. It came from the movie, "Avengers:Endgame". I do miss him. He was my best friend. Once we started dating it was a rollercoaster. I got into bed and I closed my eyes. As I fell asleep, I felt upset that this is not how I thought things will turn out for me…do I regret my son, no do I wish things were different maybe,but I wish things would've worked out between me and his dad sometimes I look back on life of how did I end up this part of my life…I'm Emma Teavee and this is my story!

Flashback-Age:9

I was born October 7th,2003. My parents dated for a while before my mom became pregnant with me. It didn't matter to my dad because he wanted to marry her anyway. There was a lot of controversy because both of their families were at war with each other. My mom's father wanted my mom to place me up for adoption and wanted her to marry a wealthy man. While my dad's father was supportive of their relationship. My grandfather had not been in my life. All I had left was my other grandfather and his wife. My mom's mom, my grandmother, took my mom to get help. My mother had postpartum depression at the time. It was the last nice thing my grandma did for her daughter.

My mom and my dad's family grew big as they adopted my older brother, Jose, when he was 5 years old. After me, then, biologically, my parents had my little sister, Aubrey. My mom would say while she was pregnant with Aubrey, that she kicked much more then I did. I guess she was right because she came into the world like a speed of light.I love Aubrey endlessly.

I grew up as the middle child. As I was growing up, I wanted to be famous like my mother. She was always rehearsing lines for movies and tv. I didn't get into acting like my mother did. Instead I got into child modeling. I was still young at the time and that is how my story began. My mother was key to my success at this time of my life. It started one morning. I woke up, holding my teddy bear, Emma. I called out to my mother. I opened my eyes to see my mother's face as she smiled widely at me. She smiled broadly with a happy look on her face. Her beautiful hair was down the front of her body. She was still in her nightgown.

"Time to wake up! Ready to start the day?", she asked.

I got out of bed as I smiled back at her.

"You bet!", I shouted cheerfully as my mom giggled with joy.

Today was my day at work for me.