𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑!

"Ca'mari, put on yo damn shoes." I told my four year old daughter for the third time today.

"Itching burning, itching burning." She said, ignoring what I just told her.

"Stop saying that." Cameron mugged her.

"Go put yo shoes on." He told her.

"Okay da." She smiled, running off.

At that I smacked my teeth.

"Little ugly ass girl." I mumbled.

She looked exactly like cam Chinese looking ass.

"Hm." My one year old son karter, attempted to hand my his icecream.

"No thank you." I said, and he walked over to Cameron, probably to do the same.

"I told you not to give him icecream. Now he got to take another bath." I rolled my eyes at Cameron.

"He'a be Ight." Cam said, only paying half attention.

"Hm." Karter said, trying to give Cam his icecream.

"Move bro." Cam said, pushing Karter back a little.

"Don't push my son." I mugged him.

It's frustrating seeing how he interacts with his only son.

"He need to watch out." He said, scrolling through his phone.

"Hm." Karter said, dropping the chocolate icecream on his white forces.

"Mmcht, Cameron get him." I whined.

"You get him. He yo son." He scrunched his face up.

"He yo son too bitch!"

"Da look!" Ca'mari ran into the room, with a princess dress on.

"You look pretty babygirl." Cam said sitting her on his lap.

"Brooooooo, why you put that ugly ass dress on?" I asked her.

I spent all day getting her dress just for her to take it off.

Ca'mari, bottom lip started trembling, but no tears came out.

She often tired to make herself cry, she was so good at it now.

"Chill out, and her dress Aint ugly." Cam said to me.

"It is. Go put yo clothes back on." I said, jumping at her.

With that she got up and stomped up to her room.

"Da." Karter yelled, slapping Cameron's phone out his hand.

Cameron smacked his teeth, and picked up his phone that now had ice cream on it.

"You not getting no more ice cream." Cameron mugged him, standing up.