DELIA "Listen, Honey, I have to go. I need to go to work so that I can make ends meet for all of us. Surely you don't want me and little Andrew to be hungry in the upcoming days, right, Honey?" I patted the fur of wailing honey, my dog and Andrew's companion. I stood up and tried to leave the house quickly but Honey was quicker. She tugged on my pants. "Ugh... You never give up, do you?" I rolled my eyes and went to get her food. I dished some on her plate and watched her eat delightfully for the first ten seconds before dashing out. The moment I lock the door, a sigh escaped my lips. Such a demanding dog. As I arrived at the bus station, I realized I had forgotten my phone while trying to please Honey. I felt worried at first and then I thought, "Who's gonna call anyway? I barely receive those." I shrugged and stayed down at my baby, Andrew. He looked so dashing as he slept peacefully. Every morning, he earned stares from people on the bus; whenever he was sleeping, crying, or e
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