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Cela Marie Jones - 1 year later Don't be rude, say heyy🫣...
Cela's POV - at home 3pm...
'Mama' Omari waddled over me, and climbed up onto my lap.
'Hey mommy's baby' I snuggled him into a hug, and he played with my ear. He did that every single time he was around somebody, I think he did it for it comfort. I used to do that when I was a baby.
This has been the hardest year of my life.
With the loss of my daughter, Marcel and I's break up, and the birth of my son Omari, it was all a lot for me.
I haven't really dealt with the loss of Tierra, but I guess it helps that we got justice.
We found out it was Tariq's snake ass brother Malik. It just ain't make no sense why he would do that to my family. He seemed so chill, and it caught us so off guard. Caught me so off guard.
My trust issues were up, and for the first few months, I ain't really leave the house all that much. I moved back in with my momma cause I didn't wanna be alone, especially being broken up with Mar.
I didn't know how I was feeling about him, I mean, I'll always love him, but I don't know, I just felt like he was to blame.
My momma told me that was unreasonable, but it was just how I felt.
Today he was coming to pick up Omari, cause they were going to spend the weekend together.
The doorbell rang, breaking me out of my thoughts. 'Hold on a minute baby' i kissed Omari on the cheek. I looked through the peephole and saw it was Mar.
I opened the door. 'Hey' I said, letting him in.
'How you doing?' He asked me and I shrugged.
'I'm okay, thanks' I said awkwardly. 'How are You?' I asked him, noticing the bags under his eyes. I guessed he wasn't sleeping, but I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to pry.
'I'm good Cee' he said, as I handed him Omari's bag.
'Are you okay? You seem tired' I couldn't help but ask. I just had a sinking bad feeling, and I wanted make sure he was alright.
'I'm straight' he nodded, picking up Omari. At that moment, my momma came downstairs.
'Marcel, my baby, how are you doing baby?' She asked him, pulling him into a hug.
'I'm good Ms Shirley' he said, but I could see through him. I've known Marcel for almost 5 years, and I could tell when he was lying, cause he always avoided eye contact.
'Hmm' my momma eyed him up. 'Come on, y'all sit down in the front room with me' she said, and we both complied. We knew whatever my momma said, we had to do, it was an order.
