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A new home
Melanin’s POV Anxiously, I stared at the familiar door, wondering if this was the right thing to do. I had only known them for a week, and although they had welcomed me, I was scared of how they would accept me and my baby. Going back home to my mother wasn't an option because I knew she would be highly disappointed in me. I didn't need any more emotional downgrades right now. “Just knock on it,” Olivia encouraged me. With a deep breath, I knocked on the door, but there was no response. I knocked again, still no response. Confused and worried, I stood there, not knowing what to do. Then it occurred to me that they might be at the bakery, so I left the house and made my way there, with my baby still wrapped in my arms. I was exhausted and tired from the journey, but I knew I had to stay s
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