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I've got my pride, so hear me sing *13*
*Here is part 13(: hope you like it!-Fluffykins* This letter was hand written by my mother. According to the date, I was about 3 when she wrote this. While I was reading, Omar started wondering off somewhere in the sunlight. Where he was going in unknonw, but I was all too worried of him at the moment. Back to the letter in my hands. I couldn't believe as I read the address, it was to the jail not far from here. I could also tell...this letter was meant...for my father. "Dear Dominic, I am so sorry that it is hell for you living in that dark, cold place. Don't worry, you will survive though. I heard if you're there long enough, you get your own cail and you won't have to share it with other men. So it will work out. And I am also sorry that you think I won't tell Lillian(that's what I named her) that you think of her or that you wish you could be here with her. I also have something to tell you, I am not not. Sorry is all I have ever wanted to hear from you, and that you think of Lilly. I will tell her about you, but I do not know alot about you...only what the cops had told me on your background when they caught you when she was still young. Though I shall try my best, I shall tell her of you. I may have to make up a few things, but to make you seem like a good father. I will. I know that may not bee what you want, but it is the best thing I can do at this time. And when she is older, I am very sure she will stop beliving the stories I tell her about you and start beliving something of her own. I shall try my best, and keept the good image a try. I believe I should end this now. Good-bye. Just try to survive in jail a bit long. Neither I nor Lilly-or Little Bit-we call her-may ever see you once you are out of jail, living your life the way you want it to be, maybe settle down and try to start a family of your own. Though pass may strike together one day and you will be able to meet her, maybe. I end this letter now-for will this time. Good luck and peace be with you. Love, Maria Carmen" Paris: What do you think it is? Me: It's a note my mother had written for my father. Blanket: I thought MC said you're dad died when you were an infaint? Me: That's what she told me, but I am very sure my father is not dead. He is very much alive as you and I. Paris: I think we should leave. And go back home. Me: No! Blanket: Why not? Paris: *looks at me* Me: *looks at both of them* This letter was meant for my father. And I want his eyes to see them. Blanket: So are we taking a trip to the jail? Me: Yes. Just need to find Omar. Paris: Where is he anyways? Blanket: I don't- Before Blanket could finish his sentence, Omar came out of no where running to us. I wondered what had gotten him all wild up? Paris: O-Bee, what's wrong? Omar: We're leaving. I will take you anywhere, but we're leaving. Blanket: What's eating you? Me: Yeah- Omar: *starts walking away* We're leaving now. Paris, Blanket and I looked at one another then started fallowing after Omar as fast as we could. We piled up into the SUV only to be jerked forward by Omar hitting reverse hard as he possiably could, and jerked back as he sped forward. Whatever the hell got him spooked, it surely took a toll on him! Omar: O-ohkay...where to? Me: The jail. Omar: Ohkay, to the jail-jail! No! Blanket: She has a letter that was meant for her father. Omar: Her father's dead. Paris: I don't believe MC told any of us the truth. Me: My father is there. Now take me to him, Omar. Omar: You guys are going to be the death of me. Ya know that? Paris: What was wrong with you awhile ago? Blanket: You acted like you saw a ghost! Omar: I will tell you in a bit. Me: *looks at my aunt and uncle* a bit meaning hours, and he'll forget. Omar: I will place you on the side of the road, and I mean it. You can walk to the jail from here. I staid quiet, Omar started driving normally again, Blanket shared one headphone with me, Paris staid on her phone texting and listening to her music until her phone started going off. Omar: Who's calling? Paris: Um... Me&Blanket: *looks at her* Paris: MC... *Next part is coming soon. see ya soon.*
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