{"Mama, what's this?" her child asked.
"That's mine!" she exclaimed. "Don't drink that!"

After filing for divorce with Stan, Jamia found herself drinking more alcohol, staying up later, and becoming more agressive with her children.
"When can we see Daddy again?" one of her children asked.
"Our real Dad." the second one added.
"Not today." she answered. "Now go to bed you two."
"Okay."
And the girls went back upstairs and into their room.
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The phone rang. She answered.
"Hello?"
"Jamia," the voice said. "It's Stan."
"Why are you calling me now, Stan? It's late at noght an we're already divorced-"
"Are you ok? You sound drunk."
"So? I gad a couple of beers. Thats all."
"Jamia, I'm really concered for you. You're drinking, you're raising two girls alone. I can't just take custody of them 'cus they're not mine; they're Frank's-"
"Yknow what, fuck Frank! He left us. Besides he's alrwady found a new whore to fuck whenever he wants and she's already carrying his child. So what's the fucking point?"
"I've gotta go, Jamia. Bye."
"Bye."
And Stan hung up the phone.
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Jamia took another drink of the alcohol, but shortly after landed her head on the desk and began sobbing, drowning in her own tears.}

"I've fucked up." Fire said quietly to herself. "I've ruined everything."
She then looked up at the sky, now dark and covered in stars.
"But it's going to be different from now on." she continued. "I'm changing everything."