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Hope for family pt 1

Hi my name is Monique I’m a sixteen year old mom of a handsome son named, Derek. He was named after his father Derek Wayne Collins senior. He’s in jail. So we’re stuck in the project housing in Brooklyn, New York. Someday I’m gonna rent a brownstone with hardwood floors and have my own bedroom. Yea, maybe one day. But, for now, I gotta stay with my baby daddy’s mom. She a sweet woman. She took me and son in because I had no place to go. Everything was fine til my moms boyfriend got out of jail. He was a crackhead claiming to be in remission. But every chance he got he stole things from us, or tried to sexually assault me for “dressing too grown.” But I feel like I already am. Now that I live here it’s tough. Derek’s mom expects me to learn to be a woman for her son. But the problem is, will he leave the streets and be a man for me? I’m hopeful. He’s supposed to get out of prison in a day or two. We’ll see. Im going to visit him today. Our last visit to Brooklyn House of Detention. He’s older, so he’s in real jail servicing real jail time. I just pray my son grows up to be a better man. “ There’s daddy! Say hi DJ.” My son just puts his hand over the glass that’s separating my family. Derek senior says “ Monique I gotta get outta here. Our son can’t see me like this again. We gotta get him in sports. We gonna get that brownstone you want and let you decorate it up.” It says with a smile for the first time since being put in handcuffs. I just want my family together again. Let’s us hope.

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Runaway love part 2 OWN

“My daughter! I finally found her!” I say in my head. I just need to find a way get to her! I can’t do that. I forgot, she doesn’t know me. “I got it! I think to myself while getting off the subway. I can write her note.I write my first note really fast. The note read, “i’m sorry, I couldn’t be there for you.” I walk past my Jordyn. I couldn’t say a word. I was too afraid. The only kid I had a chance to love, I abandoned. Suddenly I remember her picture was crammed in my wallet. I’d look at it everyday hoping to see my five year old baby girl, again. Now was my moment. It was my time to make up for the time I lose in her life. First, I had to catch her! I decided to place a second note by the park bench I noticed her resting on. It reads, “ I know you don’t know me, but can I please get a second chance to be your father?” As I watched from afar, I saw her look around. After that tears swelled her eyes. I emerged from the bushes. I signed my name on a piece of paper. Then used ASL to speak. To my surprise, she signed back to me saying, “I knew you would come back for me.” As luck would have it. She pulled out an old picture of her mother and me! It turns out she learned ASL in school, in hopes of us one day being a family again. I granted her wish after going through DNA testing and going to court to establish my rights as a father. I finally get the chance to give my daughter what she deserves from now on, a fatherly love.