AUTHOR'S NOTE (A/N): Hello FANtastic readers! This is my first Glee Story and I'm very excited. Feel free to review or PM me to let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy :)
May 20, 2020
Makyira's Diary Entry #1
Dear Diary,
Yesterday was a really big day. So big that I had to write about it. Cuz that's what my mommy says my diary is for. Making memories. Even though I first told her that I didn't think I needed it, I'm happy I have it now. She got it for me last Christmas and now I finally have something to write about! I was reeeeaaaaallllyyy mad at her when I opened my gift box and saw this instead of the new IPAD X. All my friends have one, and daddy pretty much promised me I was gonna get one too. I got it anyway, so I wasn't mad anymore :P It's kinda funny cuz I'm writing about something that will probably make mommy feel really bad. Daddy too. I know it could make things bad but-
"Mak. Come on, honey. We're running late," Sam said as he stood in the doorway of his 7-year old daughter's bedroom. He was adjusting his tie and smiled as he saw her writing in the journal that his wife Quinn bought for her a few months ago.
"K, daddy." Makyira said as she got up from her bed and closed her diary before putting it in her backpack. She began zipping it up when Sam spoke again.
"It's raining this morning, so don't forget your jacket and umbrella."
"Got it."
Without a second thought, she put on her backpack and walked over to her closet, opened the door and bent over to pick the umbrella up from the floor. She made a face of pure disgust as she looked at the bright pink piece of rain gear. 'Ugh' she thought. She always HATED the color pink, which is unfortunate considering it's been the theme of her bedroom for as long as she could remember.
Sam chuckled softly as he saw Makyira's face. 'So much for growing out of it.' "Honey, you know how your mom feels about your things not being kept organized. Umbrellas have handles for a reason-"
"-So they can go on hooks, not the floor." They both said before playfully rolling their eyes and giggling.
"Daddy's girl, through and through."
"Yep!" Mak said as she stood up and got her jacket. The shift in her position caused her diary to fall out of her backpack and onto the floor.
"EXCELLEENNNT," Sam said in his best 'Crush' voice.
"Finding Nemo!" Makyira shouted as took off her backpack and began putting on her jacket.
"Correct you are, ma'am. And bonus points for your enthusiasm."
Mak giggled as she retrieved her backpack and walked over to her dad. "Daddy you are so silly."
Sam smiled as he finished adjusting his tie and reached down to pick up the beautiful little girl. "Come on, let's give mommy her hug and kiss before we get going."
They headed to the master bedroom where an exhausted Quinn lay in bed, the blankets covering her from head to toe.
Sam tiptoed over to the bed and whispered in Makyira's ear before placing her on top of bed.
"On three. One, two, THREE!"
"Mommy, mommy, mommy! Wake up! We about to leave."
Quinn smiled as she began to remove the covers from body. "It's 'we're,' baby. Not 'we.'"
"I know. I just knew that would get you up faster."
"Ohhh, I should have figured. Let me guess, you and daddy came up with this idea?"
"Yep! I mean yeah."
Quinn began laughing as she turned her attention to Sam.
Sam chuckled nervously. "Well, what can I say?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing, my big goofball." Quinn said as she sat up in the bed and placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead. She reached up and put her hand on Sam's cheek and brought him down for a kiss.
"Ewwww, now we really got- I mean have to go. Love you, mommy. Come on, daddy!" The 7-year old said as she jumped out of the bed and grabbed Sam's hand, leading him towards the door.
"Okay, okay I can take a hint. See you tonight, babe."
Quinn smiled as she placed one more quick kiss on her husband's lips. "You're picking up Makyira from school today right?"
"Yes, ma'am. We should be back around 4:30 or 5 after we're done shopping."
"Oh, right for Rosie's year-end class party. Okay, well I'll be here. Dinner should be ready around 6."
"Okay. Have a good day."
"You too," Quinn said before turning her attention back to Makyira and motioning for her to come over. "I love you, sweet angel."
"Love you too, mommy." She said as Quinn kissed her cheek and they embraced in a large hug.
Sam watched from in front of the closet as he put on his jacket and grabbed his briefcase. Makyira ran over to him and grabbed his hand again. As they began to leave the room, they both spun around to blow Quinn a kiss. She pretended to catch both kisses and returned the gesture before they left.
About an hour later…
Quinn had begun her daily cleaning. Life as a stay-at-home wife and mom allowed her the luxury of devoting more time to her home and child. Early mornings were busy but the alone time gave her an opportunity to finish the housework so that by the time Makyira and Sam returned she would be able to spend time with her family, something that her own mother constantly reminded her was essential to womanhood.
She was currently checking her daughter's room to make sure everything was in order. Though Makyira wasn't a slob, she and her father definitely didn't view neatness as a necessity the way Quinn did.
After a quick look in the closet, Quinn thought that everything looked fine and in order, so she was headed out of the room. As she made her way towards the door, she stumbled over something on the floor.
"Whoa." She quickly looked down and saw Makyira's diary.
She sighed as she picked it up. "Makyira Eleanor Evans. I knew it was too good to be true."
As she made her way back across the room, she reached out to place the notebook onto Makyira's desk and an envelope fell out of the notebook and onto the floor. She noticed that it was addressed to Makyira personally and immediately became concerned.
"What the-"
She grabbed the envelope and read the outside:
Makyira Evans
12095 Goldwin Lane
Lima, OH 46806
"I don't believe this." She looked at the upper left corner to read the return address:
Mercedes Jones
27907 Vale Ave.
Lima Heights, OH 46813
"Mercedes Jones?"
Quinn flipped the envelope over only to see that it was already open. Slowly, she reached inside and pulled out the letter. After unfolding it, she began to read. She didn't even get to through the first paragraph before her eyes began to well up with tears.
Dear Makyira,
If you receive this letter, I hope you'll read it carefully and take these words to heart. What I have to tell you is very important. So important in fact that words can't really explain it. You might be too young to understand this, but I hope you'll read anyway, after what I have to tell you.
I'm your mother.
It's a very long story, and I can only imagine all the questions you might have, but it's true. First and foremost, I want you to know that I love you very much. I always have and I always will. And I know that your parents Quinn and Sam love you as well. The last thing I want is to cause you any pain by scaring you into thinking I'm going to take you away from them. But I do want the chance to get to know you and for you to get to know me. Included are my home number (440) 329-8346 and my cell number (440) 522-9833. Please contact me whenever you like. I hope to hear from you soon. Remember, I love you, pretty girl.
Love always,
Mercedes