Every time I think about Sunday’s call I breakdown and cry. I honestly didn’t think that Friday would be the last time I say Heyyy MO or even goodbye. I tend to be late but Friday I showed up to ECG around 1p.m. instead of 9a.m. because everything was stopping me from heading out.
Heyyy Mo, what you doing over here? *Hug*
“I live over here.”
Oh word, since when?
“I been over here.”
Oh, I didn’t know that. “What you doing over here?”
Picking up my little cousin, they live right here. I’m running late too. 😆 “Where’s the kids?”
In school.😏 I gotta hurry up tho, my cousin been waiting on me for a minute. BYE MO! 🤦🏾♀️ Why did I just say bye, I don’t ever say bye. Lol I’ll see you on the block, LATER MO!!! 😁
😄“Later.” All I kept thinking when we parted was that’s crazy I just said I haven’t seen MO in a minute, look how God work😏; and since when do you say Bye. 🤦🏾♀️ Now I can’t stop thinking look at how God work. I didn’t know but he still allowed me to give you one last hug, see one last smile, hear your laugh and say goodbye. 💔😢 #HumbleSoul will #NeverBeForgotten 🙏🏾
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