Jaymee's life story

December 9th was the worst day of my life, my first daughter was born. Her father named her after his cousin Jaime. I wanted her middle name to be Ginah but her grandmother said that it has to be a catholic name. Now her middle name is Marie. I had to have a cession with her. She kept crying and crying. We lived in an apartment and was friends with the people upstairs. Her half sister Erica lived with us, but then moved. We took pictures of her waring her dad's glasses. She was so chubby and had those cute chubby cheeks. I remember when she cries, i would put her in my arms and sing to her so she would calm down and go to sleep. It is nice having children....until they start walking and talking.



Two years later we moved out and lived with her grandmother where I had her sister named Genielynn. They both were pains, especially Genie. They were also crazy. I remember when i dropped them off at preschool and i would leave, i can hear both of them cry. I kept moving them school to school until i found one close to us. I finally found one and it was really good. I liked the principal and one of the teachers and so did the girls. I used to dress them the same and when they saw the pictures they both got mad. We really liked them and they liked us. They also made new friends and saw friends from the other schools. One day in the summer, they went home with the principal and with some of their friends. She invited 5 girls to see her house. When i picked them up, they told me all the fun they had and things about the principal. This was when Jaymee was about 7 or 8.



Then one of my sisters, brother, and I decided that we should take our kids to the Philippines. So we went on our first family trip and when we told everyone that we will be gone for about three weeks, they were so sad. It was a tiring trip just to get there and we had to wait for a long time for the other plane, but the kids had fun any ways. We took them to see our old house where we use to live. They noticed that it was very small and that we had to bend down when we are there. They also met some relatives. It was a really exciting experience for them just being in the Philippines and just experiencing things.

Those were sort of the good days when she didn't talk back. That changed when she was in 4th grade. She started giving me an attitude and talking back to family members and always fighting with her cousin that is the same age as her. She also became very expensive and cared about how she looked. I liked it better where i can dress her and she couldn't say anything about it. Even though she was like that, we still had some good times. What ever we do we laugh and i always make fun of the way she talks. It is so funny. Also,her sister always make fun of her which is funny too. We all have great laughs.

Now that she has attitude we always get into fights. She always says that she hates me and when ever she gets in agurments wit her dad she tells me why I am still with him because I always tell her what sort of guys not be with and all I say are exsamples of her dad. She also says that i dont love her and when i say that i do she says that I don't show it. She is just a pain.