fam·i·ly
/ˈfam(ə)lē/
a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.

    "mommy" Miguel shook me out of my sleep opening my eyes I saw his puffy eyes and I stretched noticing the bed was warm and wet

I looked down and saw the bed was wet I looked at Miguel "mommy i'm sorry i-" I sighed getting up he followed after me holding his head down

"Miguel if you had to use the bathroom why didn't you tell me?" I asked pulling the sheets off my bed he started crying again

"Miguel baby stop crying it's okay" I said as he stopped crying "I'm sorry mommy I didn't make it in time"

I nodded stripping my bed of the sheets and pillows "lets go get in the bath" he nodded in response

Ended up cleaning Miguel and myself up
"are you going to work today?" my mother asked from downstairs

I looked back at Miguel as he pushed the sheets in the washer machine
"no mom not today"

"Alright" was all I heard walking back into my room scrubbing down the spot Miguel had his accident in "papa just go downstairs"

he walked out coming back in with a towel "here mommy" I smiled thanking him

Once we got done upstairs we made our way downstairs to my mother cooking

"Hey my baby" my mother went to kiss Miguel forehead and rubbed my shoulder going back to flip the bacon

we sat down as my mother cooked "I think i'm going to go back home mom" I said as a whisper she stopped and turned looking at me

"are you sure baby?" I nodded in response she nodded back
"only if you're ready to" I looked at Miguel and he smiled at me making me smile at him

"I haven't heard from him or seen him since that day mom I know i'm ready" running my hand through my curls she nodded her head which made her curls bounce

My mother stood 5'3 brown skin beautiful brown eyes and flawless skin she is 57 but she she looked 33 all over again I want to make sure I keep up with my looks just as much as she did she decided to stop working after I had Miguel I truly did feel like a let down I still do

but I need to pull myself together for the sake of this child and Miguel they need their mother just like I need mine and without a doubt or anything she is always here for me

breaking me out of my thought my mother placed our plates in front of each of us she prayed and we ate our food

"what do you have planned today?" my mother asked as I cleaned the dishes

"we can go to the park today" I said smiling toward Miguel "my baby needs to get out" my mother nodded in agreement

Once we made our way to the park Miguel was so excited walking in

Holding my tennis racket my mother had hers "i'm not going to take it easy on you" she said laughing

"not even when i'm with child" she scoffed as we entered the court she started us off as Miguel was on our side playing at the jungle gym

she hit her first "out!" I called she huffed and I threw the ball back at her she called her second hitting it in I backed up and hit it in the opposite direction of her

"Love all first sever" I called the last match

"I'm tired Camila" my mother breathe out laughing I looked to my left looking over for Miguel I didn't see him so I dropped my racket I rushed over to the jungle gym he was laughing running over the bridge with the other kids I sighed as relief rushed over me

I sat on the bench as my mother made her way over drinking water

she sat down and I elbowed her "you still got it mom" laughing as we watch Miguel

"you get it from me" she smiled as I drunk my water

I heard a cry that I knew from anywhere I got up from the bench making my way over to where Miguel was as he cried out holding his arms up I picked him up looking at his face and his arms to see what was wrong

"what's wrong papa?" I asked him rubbing his back he pointed the the little boy who was standing in front of us

"what did he do?" he quiet down looking at me with glossy eyes "he pushed me" I looked over to the little boy who had to be 6 years old at least I put Miguel down and held my son hand

"Where's your mommy?" I asked him as he rolled his eyes

he got me fucked up

"wheres you mommy?" I asked again squatting down looking him in his eyes

"what do you think you're doing?" a feminine voice asked
I stood up looking at the tall female in front of me she had to at least be 5'10 i'm not short but I know for sure she was taller than me

"is he your son?" I asked the lady nicely
she rolled her eyes "yes this is my son Qué pasa?" she grabbed her son hand (what's up?)

"he pushed my son and i'm pretty sure if the roles were flipped you-"

she cut me off waving her hand "estás aquí tratando de intimidar a mi hijo por un empujón?!" she yelled out (you're over here trying to bully my kid over a push!?"

I for sure ain't know what the fuck she was saying but once I saw her taking off her earrings I knew she said some shit pushing Miguel behind me my mother walked up

"what's wrong?" she asked standing by my side
"Her son pushed Miguel and she wants to fight now because I was asking him a question" I said looking the female up and down I let go of Miguel hand and stood toe to toe with this bitch

"Jump bitch what's up?" I said looking her dead in her face

"Camila not here not now" my mother said I kept my eyes on the chick

"Listen to your mother little girl" the female said as my mother grabbed me back

"just one hit ma just one hit" I begged as my mother dragged me away

"Hell no Camila if she hit you and she hurt that baby who fault would that be?" my mother snapped at me pulling me back to reality I looked at Miguel squatting down to him

"are you okay?" I asked playing with his hair he nodded

"do you guys want Ice cream?" my mother asked making Miguel smile

A/N

who the hell is this chick?