Cameron I had just made it to New York and was walking through the front door of my mom’s house. “Mom?” I called locking the door back behind me. I looked around and didn’t see her. I walked up the stairs to her room. I found her sitting on the edge of the bed. When she looked up at me, I realized she was crying. “Momma what’s wrong?” I asked kneeling in front of her. “I’m, pregnant.” I stared at her speechless. “My mom’s going to kill me. Randy, what am I going to do?” Oh boy, I thought sitting next to her. “Mom, it’s me Cameron. I’m your son.” She stared at me a moment. “Remember?” I grabbed the picture of Shaniyah, Tasha and me off her dresser. In the picture, Tasha was like one. I was holding her and Shaniyah was standing there watching us. “See, t

