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Layla had always been told that she had her daddy's dark brown eyes that turned hazel in the sunlight or that she had the same freckles that he had spreaded out all over her cheeks like stars in the night sky. Her favorite thing was to hear how she had the same singing voice as him, a voice as smooth as water but makes ripples, could make the birds go silent and listen to her and could get the attention in anyroom with a single note.
The smell of coffee and gas was the first to hit me most mornings but this time it was a different auroma, pancakes, my moms infamous cinnamon strawberry vanilla pancake. I guess she had time today. I grabbed my robe and put on my bunny slippers since it's always cold in this busted down apartment. I made my way down the hall checking to see if my brother, Corey, was up yet he sleeps in like we don't have school everyday which causes us to be late and not to my surprise he was fast asleep. “ Let him sleep in baby there's no school today no need for you guys to wake up this early” my mom whisper yelled to me just before i walked into his room , i made my way to the kitchen to see she had made a full breakfast, i quickly made myself a plate as she finished cooking and made myself comfortable at the table while turning on the tv and trying to see if i could catch any early morning cartoons.