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Its late on a Saturday night, and Nariah has been having trouble staying in the bed. Toya and I are doing some spring cleaning when Nariah calls out for mommy to come check on her.
“What’s wrong Nariah, you’re supposed to be going to sleep”
“I feel left out Mommy”
“You feel left out? What do you mean?”
“Well you guys are out there cleaning and I’m in here trying to go to sleep and I just feel left out”
“Nariah, you weren’t feeling left out when we asked you to help us clean and you stayed downstairs watching TV by yourself”
“I know, but… sleeping… its just not my style”
“What?”
“Its just not my style mama. Sleeping is just not my style“