Why it made her so unhappy to watch Cammie enjoy her food, she didn’t know, but watching her eat nearly made her ill. Cammie was silent in her pleasure; she was even eating neatly today, slowly and carefully. She wasn’t bothering anybody. But, still, with each bite Unique wanted to snatch the food from her hand and slap her face. Unique remembered her mother and how she would yell at her, calling her names and such, when she did simple things, but she was pregnant all the time. Maybe that was it; Cammie was round and looked pregnant. Maybe that was what she hated about her child—the resemblance. Unique shook the harsh thought from her mind. Cammie was only nine and not even menstruating yet, thank God. Gina on the other hand was a fast one; she was barely seven and was already pretending to be a woman. Unique would catch her, in the mirror, pretending to be one of those girls from the videos, shaking her ass and tooting out her flat chest. Yeah, Gina was the one to watch. That girl was trouble.
