Tossing my phone on the bed, I drop onto the mattress. “It's done.” I whisper.
“I can't wait to see Mom, I miss her. I have not seen her all year.” She frowns.
I miss seeing both of my Mom's, mom Reina and Arieya. I like the sound of mom Arieya's name, the pronunciation is so cool, A-ray-yeah. I should have had a call name like that but instead I got a plain name.
Camilla. I like that they spelled it differently but it's still ordinary.
“Baby, do you miss your Mom?”
I turn to meet her gaze, propping myself on my pillow. “Yes, I do. I think about her all the time but I don't miss her as much as I should, my Mom made sure I never felt like I wasn't hers.” I tell her, and it's the honest truth. My parents never left a void, I sometimes forget I was born and raised by a different set of
