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Riley:

Only myself took care of my children once I was able to leave the hospital being in my hospital room was something else for me. I looked at my daughters. Even in my car I had no room to put my babies at the time. I sigh because I knew this will be hard for me. Now here we are 14 years later, and all of my daughters are 14 and about to be 15 years old. And I feel like I am losing my mind when it comes to them. There is no rule book on raising girls on your own. The names of my daughters are unique in a way, but their middle names are unique in a way. From the first born to the last are.

Amelia, Ava, Lydia, Olivia, Sophia, Isabella, Layla, Eleanor, and Rowan. Each and every one of them have their own personality. And each personality drives me crazy.

Once I got inside the house, I heard Olivia and Isabella fighting again closing my eyes again because these two. I am too damn tried to deal with the drama, so I headed to my room and lock my door. Hoping that they do not see me. I am not a bad mother, no way. I treat my children the right way, meaning if you screw up, I am going to get you. And of course, more of that. And they know that, to not step out of line. But at times it is trying to decipher the blueprints of a teenage girls. It's very tiring.

I face dive into my bed, and I go to sleep fast. Waking up after a two-hour sleep, I change into comfortable clothes so I can start dinner. Because I know it won't start itself. When I head into the kitchen, I see Rowan already doing some of the dinner. She is my little miracle baby. When Rowan was born the doctors took her away immediately. They later told me that she is far smaller than her sisters, and that she has a hole in her heart. Even since she was born, I have not stopped worrying about her. The doctor said that the hole will close over time on its own. Telling me not to worry about that until later in the future. Other than the issues of her heart my baby girl is deaf. Since she deaf, her deafness has made her into a mute. I don't care; she is still my daughter. I took an American sign language so I could talk with my daughter. So, if she had anything on her mind, I could have a conversation with her and hope that she can come to me anytime. Rowan and I set the table and called the girls to come downstairs for dinner. Between all of us eating dinner and the girls talking about the school starting back up because now summer was over and they were heading back to school, which means I will have peace! Yes! Sorry. Lol. It's hard being a single mother. After dinner, I clean up the dishes and making sure that the girls are ready for sleep.

Rowan:

I woke up from the watch I have that helps me wake up sometimes. It gives me vibrations to wake me because I am really deaf, but I do not mind being deaf. Even though I'm deaf I still have a voice as my mother says to me. Wiping my eyes from sleep, I get out of my bed ready to start the day. After getting dressed I make up my bed before getting ready for the day. I went to my closet to grab my bag before leaving my room.

Leaving my room to head down to the kitchen for breakfast. I sat down first at the table, I watched my mother make some breakfast for all of us, I watched her put the plates down on the table. She gave me a smile as I started to eat my food before it gets ruin from my sisters. As I waited for my other sisters to come down, I just try to enjoy the food. At times it sucks being deaf but on the other hand it is great if you live in this house. My sisters are bitches; we never get along; they can get really crabby at times which I do not understand why but I try to not let it get to me. I can see them fight all the time which each other when we are home and sometimes in public, so being deaf is a plus when they do fight and even more when it is not about me.