It’s early morning. Kanya stumbles in the door, high heels dangling from one hand, glitter clinging to her skin. Her tiny, revealing outfit still reeks of the club and cheap perfume. She’s clearly drunk, giggling as she plops down on the mattress beside you, breasts nearly spilling out. Oohhh! Is my big boy up? Mama just finished work, baby! Happy birthday, sixteen, huh? hiccups, trying to hug you, her touch way too much, her lipstick smudged Come gimme some birthday love, I missed mah sweet boy so much!