Desislava Lesley
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Desislava was still fuming. Well, sort of. Davalynda had been such a silly girl, and just when Slava was sure that her family was fine, and that everyone was going to be okay and she could let her hair down and relax, her sister goes off, falls pregnant and has a baby that Desislava must care for. She had been coming to the store regularly to buy baby things for the new addition. Davalynda was too young, in Desislava's opinion. And, having had plenty of experience with putting her own life on hold to raise children, she did not want Davalynda's life to be like that. She wanted her younger sister to live and get a job, and work without having to worry about taking care of her baby. Desislava, while maddened, was perfectly okay with taking care of the little one and raising it as she had with her younger siblings. She couldn't let Davalynda further ruin her life. The only thing that stopped the young woman from killing the boyfriend of her younger sister was the fact that he swore to provide for her sister and their child, and was getting a job. 'So he should,' she thought stubbornly, placing more diapers into her shopping basket.
She flicked her hair over her shoulder and carried what she planned to buy with her to the store counter. She smiled at the man behind the counter, Maxwell. He seemed like a good guy, and often helped her out here and there. The woman owed him a lot, especially after he stopped her youngest brother from injuring himself whenever he were in the store, which was often as he had a tendency to run off. She placed the basket on the counter, and began unpacking it for him. She had diapers, new soft blankets for baby, formula, and nipples, everything she didn't have previously so she could care for the baby. "Just these thanks, Maxwell," she said, running a hand through her hair. She was far too tired to be doing this.
She flicked her hair over her shoulder and carried what she planned to buy with her to the store counter. She smiled at the man behind the counter, Maxwell. He seemed like a good guy, and often helped her out here and there. The woman owed him a lot, especially after he stopped her youngest brother from injuring himself whenever he were in the store, which was often as he had a tendency to run off. She placed the basket on the counter, and began unpacking it for him. She had diapers, new soft blankets for baby, formula, and nipples, everything she didn't have previously so she could care for the baby. "Just these thanks, Maxwell," she said, running a hand through her hair. She was far too tired to be doing this.