One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 70: Don't underestimate what I can do!

~~All my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet. You can take everything I have. You can break everything I am like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper. Go on and try to tears me down, I will be rising from the ground like a skyscraper, like a

skyscraper.~~~

-Demi Lovato-

"I'm so sorry, mommy," Cali said for the third time. She wasn't looking at me but at her hands resting on her lap.

We were in my room and I waited for her to wake up the next morning because I wanted to talk to her what happened yesterday.

"I wasn't mad that your dad gave you a phone and you talked to him even though I don't know, but I was disappointed you didn't inform me that you also invited him to our supposed to be mother and daughter date yesterday."

I paused and knelt in front of her as I held both her hands.

"Cali, baby, I'm not against if you really want to be with your dad, spend time with him or if you want to stay with him, but I just want you to tell me everything and not like what happened yesterday. I wasn't expecting to see him in the fast-food because you told me you wanted to watch a movie with me."

"I'm sorry, mommy."

"You can ask me anything you want, baby and I'll try to give it to you, but I want you to be always honest with me."

"Yes, mommy."

"No more secrets."

"Hmm." She nodded. "No more secrets."

I smiled and pulled her into a tight hug. I have already explained to her everything that happened between me and her father. I had to do it because I don't want her to grow up having questions in her head about why her parents were living separately and why she doesn't have a complete family like her classmates and friends.

She was too young then when I started to tell her all those things and thanks to Jack and the rest of my family for helping her understand the situation. I know it wasn't easy for a child not to wish or dream of having both parents on her side, but she eventually adjusted and got used to seeing her father only by a video call or hearing his voice on the phone.

I stood up and sat in front of my makeup stand, ready to apply my moisturizing cream.

"Mom, are we going back to New York?"

That question stopped me from what I was about to do and turned to her.

"Are we going to live in New York again?"

"Why do ask, baby, I mean, why do you suddenly ask that question?"

heard her

to stay with grandma, grandpa, uncle Dave

deep inside I was holding my

also want to study

you gonna leave them?

can still call each other as we promised before the end of the

out. It seems that she really has

and do your morning routine, so we can have breakfast together." She happily nodded

if that decision has something to do with

***

Two weeks...

there's a lot of things has happened within those

every day, twice a day having a single alibi to my parents that he was just visiting his daughter, but the truth is that he was bothering me. Honestly, I had already forgotten how many times I slapped him with the truth that I've already moved on from him and he was no longer

A little flashback:

am just

when she walked into the boutique where I was. It was exactly three days after Luke had joined us

to the imagination. And because she feels famous... or should I

chose to ignore her and pretended I didn't notice her or didn't hear what she said. I turned to the rack of evening gowns to avoid making a

followed me and drew the

to give me your most

crept in me. Didn't she know how to approach

sales lady nodded and when she disappeared from

mall, this is where I love to shop? Well, Luke always took me here and bought me a lot of expensive

I moved to the cocktail dresses on the next rack. But I don't know what's her problem as she kept

love for me. I felt so lucky as he

I really wanted to shout in her face, 'he came back to you because you stole him from me and he let himself be stolen

breath and was about to go back to the rack of the evening gowns

are you deaf? Didn't

sighed loudly and

me?" I

here named Samantha

know? Why don't you ask them one by one to find out if

such a bitch!" She whispered-yelled but I just

just one of the names that suit

"How dare you!"

by the way, are we friends? Because as far as I can remember, we're not close even then, so don't talk to me as I will do the same, plus my mother taught me not to talk to strangers." I