5.
A week goes by and the feeling of being in prison just heightens. We got to get an update on whether or not we got a new crib.
This is getting ridiculous. I went to the living room to ask Mom, because the curiosity and mystery was killing me.
“Yo Mom, what’s the word on the house search?” And you know what? She told me that she had already closed on a house.
The only one we didn’t look at the inside for. The one that we drove past. I mean a win is a win. We got a new crib.
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