Mistaken Identity

Kalliyah POV

I smiled as I looked at my new apartment. It wasn't classy, it was wide and a little big. It had a much bigger kitchen and bedroom. I also had a area where I can paint. It was just convenient. I loved it. Carlos has being helping me looking for a suitable apartment since last week. He was still on the edge with me getting a new apartment but he allowed me.

Carlos left for France last night so he never got a chance to see me move my things in. My things were already set up. This is great! I'll be sleeping in my new bed tonight. I smiled.

I didn't need to worry about money either. I've decided to start selling my painting and paint for a living after all, I'm good at it. I might as well do something I love.

I haven't achieved in my life a lot but seeing

the fridge. It was empty. My belly growled at the sight. I smiled to myself. I need to go to the supermarket. It was still early. I look at the way clock, it was two in the afternoon. I have a lot

busy streets of New York. I quickly closed the

ten minutes

smile. Will I ever be a parent? I wouldn't mind. I love children. I love seeing their little face. It's too bad you have a man to have a kid with because if I didn't need one. I'd probably have ten by now. I don't need a relationship. They never work out for me. As soon as I get happy everything comes tumbling down. I don't need that kind of stress or problem. I'm better off by myself. I'm going to get

losing everyone I love and has ever loved is a lot to bare. I haven't gotten over my broken heart. I still think and remember how he treated me. No one deserved to be treated like that. He treated me like I'm a nobody and it hurt. It hurts