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Sarah Watson's inheritance
Sarah walked out of her deceased father's attorney's office in the CBD with the little green box, which contained a little black book and the check for $20,000 from Commonwealth Bank. She was not sure what will she find. Sarah crossed Martin Place's pathway looking for her car. When she finally gets into the car, she cannot wait to open the box and check what was inside. Sarah already knew how she would use the money from her inheritance. The chestnut hair woman would probably use it to start a new business venture, especially after closing her coffee shop due to the Covid19 pandemic.
By Rossana Naveda6 years ago in Families
The black book with family secrets (2nd edition)
Sarah walked out of her deceased father's attorney's office in the CBD with the little green box, which contained a gift and the check for $20,000 from the Commonwealth Bank. She was not sure what will she find inside the box. Sarah crossed Martin Place's pathway looking for her car. When she finally gets into the car, she cannot wait to open the box and check what was inside. Sarah already knew how she would use the money from her inheritance. The chestnut hair woman would probably use it to start a new business venture, especially after closing her coffee shop due to the Covid19 pandemic.
By Rossana Naveda6 years ago in Families
Mama
I closed my eyes to get some sleep when I felt her reaching out to me for me to hold her hand. She did not want me to leave her side that night. It was a few days before she passed away. Mama had been sick for many years with heart disease. Her health began to rapidly decline two months before she passed away. Let me go back a bit. In 2001, my father passed away from a massive stroke. So, for eighteen years it was just Mom and me. We were always together. Wherever I went, she was with me. And wherever she went, I was with her. In the last five years of her life, she began to get weaker from the heart disease. She had her third heart attack in 2014 and it was then discovered that her heart was only functioning at 40%. However, my mom was a fighter. She stayed strong and kept fighting until she was too tired to fight. After her third heart attack, she made the decision to become a DNR patient. Meaning, that if something was to happen and she was to flatline, she did not want to be resuscitated. Her saying was if it was her time to go then let her go. Of course, I and my siblings did not want to entertain the thought of anything happening to her. This was our mom. We could not imagine life without it. I am the youngest of four children. My three older siblings are married and have families of their own. We did not want to place Mom into a nursing home because we were not too keen on having someone else taking care of her. So, since I was the one who was not married and did not have any children, I took on the responsibility of taking care of her full time. I am not going to tell you that it was all rainbows and sunshine because it was not. There were days that it became frustrating and stressful. I wanted to throw in the towel many times because taking care of a parent is not an easy task. But I am grateful that I had the opportunity to take care of her. She was my angel. My road dog. I miss her so much.
By Sholanda Marible6 years ago in Families
Lessons from a Gambling Family
My mom grew up going to Las Vegas with her sisters and parents. Once the family grew, my cousins and I grew up going to Vegas. We also grew up gambling on Loteria (Mexican bingo), playing scratchers, and knowing that superstitions are personal for what works for you.
By Ariana GonBon6 years ago in Families
Ruby's Purse and The Pandemic
The year was the year 2020, an extraordinary year of both pain and reflection. I was in my early forties, recently divorced, and was working as a nurse on the frontlines in rural Tennessee during a deadly surge of the coronavirus pandemic. Our bed capacity was stretched to its limits and our small staff was overwhelmed and scared.
By Taylor Amy6 years ago in Families
Gifted Strings
My phone chimed as I drove. Most often, it says, “Potential Spam,” and I’ve come to not over stress when I hear it ring. Because I own a business, my phone number exists in the world rather readily, and with that comes extra spam calls. Not this time. On the little magnetic clip over the air vent, my phone said, “Aunt Carol.” Man. I love catching up with my Aunt Carol! But, I was nearly to my student’s house and knew I’d need to let it go to voicemail and call her back later.
By Elizabeth Hunter6 years ago in Families
Grandpa's loose floorboard
In quite some time, Sarah had not been home. As she sat on the train pondering about the last time she had been there, she felt her stomach was in Knots. She had an argument with her mother and stormed out the door. Sarah had not spoken to her for more than 10 years. If it were not for the passing of her grandfather Sarah would not be returning. Sarah felt his Absence already. She always Kept IN touch with him calling him every week since she had moved away. Sarah was his favorite grandchild and was not concerned with making it quite obvious . Now after all these years gone by she will see her mother not to mention her aunts and uncles with her cousins. Sadly it will be bitter sweet as much as she has missed them. The fact remains everyone is there to say their goodbyes to grandpa.
By Sharon Marcano6 years ago in Families
Don't Let "The Real Life Monopoly Game" Ruin Your Child's (or Your) Creativity
My dad I and were discussing the other night the way the cruel old world has a way of just grinding up a lot of people and spitting them out of the other side. We got to talking and both feverishly agreed the Monopoly game that is life destroys most people's creative side of their whole personality.
By Travis McDonald6 years ago in Families
Save This for a Rainy Day
Leah winced as a dot of light leapt from the edge of her compass across a pale blue iris. With a squint, she reexamined her bearings. Three hundred and twenty-eight. Letting out a slight sigh of defiance, she unfurled her brow and lifted her chin to refocus forward. It was a steep climb. Roots jutted from the hillside. They were jagged and gnarled, some menacingly shattered into shiv-like protrusions. Few ancient growths dotted the scene. These were sage pillars of wisdom. They were somehow at once equally leviathan but hauntingly delicate. So immense as to dwarf the onlooker by the shadow of limb alone. So hollowed and fragile as to be felled by the smallest of arboreal wanderers. What remained was a thicket made of saplings. Groupings stretched in unison—a still but violent competition for a drink of the sun. Vines crept down from the taller trees, wrapping around the bases and trailing off into the soil. Their gravity seemed to pull them towards a race of a different sort—a languid descent in search of relief from their infinite hang.
By Chase Stanley6 years ago in Families
Hickory Creek, Inc.
"I'm telling you," Millie exclaimed. "Mixing the sand with clay will ensure stronger dexterity!" "Where am I gonna get clay?" Linus demanded. "You're nuts!" This argument had been going back and forth all afternoon. I should probably explain what's happening. You see, my brother got roped into a sandcastle contest with his number one fan.
By Jeremy Jewitt6 years ago in Families
