TWO HOURS EARLIER
Riley Anderson
After the short conversation with Brandy, I decide to go to Antonio’s crib to check on him, and he is fast asleep. I touch him gently on his cheeks, then he stirs in his sleep, gently opens his eyes, and looks at me lovingly.
I can’t fathom the fact that I am a mother and that my baby is growing up faster than I thought. A year ago, I was stranded, facing mistreatment from my family, the only people I knew as my ride-or-die. I never imagined that my life would undergo a drastic change for the better. As I look at my son, admiring him, I smile, and he raises his eyebrows at me. He took after his father, no doubt, and I love the fact that his father adores him as much as I do.
Oh, I will do anything for Antonio; I will kill for him. That is how far I can
