Jennifer
"Mommy!" Destiny whined as I did her hair.
This little girl could not ever be still. she hates getting her hair done and she will sometimes cry just because. This child of mine was something else. She moved her head forward, trying to get away from me trying to brush her baby hairs and I pushed her back to me.
"If you would be still, I would have been done, Des. Stop moving, sweetie. Your only making it worse for you." I said and she huffed before sitting down.
The sounds of footsteps came from the kitchen into the living room, where we were. It was Marcus and Diego carrying bags in plastic. Whatever was inside the bags was covered well.
"Are those gifts?" I asked them as I continued to brush Destiny's hair up into a ponytail. She moved so often and I let out a breath of exha
