humanity
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Huddy's Little Feather
The boy found a feather resting on a heap of hay. He admired it. He cherished its rustic patterns of brown and white, like the earthy soil resting on the placated snow. He was fascinated with its size and its silky texture. The boy had never encountered such allure. He placed the feather in his little straw hat and gathered the firewood for his Pa and Momma.
By Nolan Frontera6 years ago in Families
Blue Tiled Roof House
I turned around in my bed trying to find a comfortable position to fall sleep. I rested my back against the soft mattress and the linen sheets and I felt my head sink in the feathered pillow. All was perfect inside my room. I could smell lavender from my recently washed pajama set and the nightlight beside my bed reflected a dimmed light that allowed me to see only the silhouettes of the things that took up space in my bedroom. I closed my eyes and sighed pleased at the silence and allowed the weariness of the day to lull me into a deep sleep.
By Maria Torre6 years ago in Families
Messenger
“Deirna, mother’s calling.” I glanced behind me at the warm familiar voice sounded behind me, a welcome contrast to hear besides the howling wind of winter that accompanied it. Shuffling inside for a moment was Benji’s hunched head enclosed in layers and layers of thick, rough fabric, leaving only his mop of brown hair – the same color as mine – displayed. Here, in this day and age, those who resembled the dirt seemed fated to work it.
By Tara Aggarwal6 years ago in Families
Muna
Kabisa and Ghali Muna escorted the winner of the overall competition into Ghali’s office in her greenhouse. Two leather couches facing each other in a large space with associate gardeners busy working but attentive to Grandma’s needs, guidance, and personal advice. About 10 associates from ages of 10 to 80 worked happily as Kabisa and Ghali sat on one couch. Enye a seasoned garden worker from a village about 100 miles south of Kemet sat across from Kabisa after shaking hands. Enye is the father of Salli a 10 year old girl with bright eyes and a smile that melted her father’s heart every time. Her mother Nyongeza was from the same village as Ghali. They made the bubble around the group glow with friendship and kindness. The two old friends that are enjoying the connection they have been missing for years sometimes forget that everyone else is there and that they are supposed to be doing an orientation for Salli. Ghali brings tea to the small table between the couches, Nyongeza following laughing and chatting as they all sit and sip and glow.
By Clarence Bell III6 years ago in Families
If Not For Me
I went to the ER last night. I definitely thought I was having kidney failure of some sort. It seemed so sudden that I was encased with horrific back pain and abdominal distress. I felt nauseous. I was crying, which is rare for me, the only times I've cried before this for pain was when I gave birth to my now three-year-old and when I was a teen and my menstrual cramps would be so bad that I would almost pass out from them.
By Tayla Bennett6 years ago in Families
The Impact of Kindness
I awoke one morning at three a.m. to the impatient demands of my older sister for me to wake up and get ready to leave. I was fifteen years old, and she, my younger sister, and I had spent the previous week visiting our mother who had recently remarried and moved to another city that was a four hour drive from where we lived. My older sister, Tiffany, had to work later that day so it was necessary for us to leave unreasonably early, which required us to get moving at a time of morning that my teenage self believed to be a time no one should ever experience consciously.
By Vince Coliam6 years ago in Families
Muna
Kabisa and Ghali Muna escorted the winner of the overall competition into Ghali’s office in her greenhouse. Two leather couches facing each other in a large space with associate gardeners busy working but attentive to Grandma’s needs, guidance, and personal advice. About 10 associates from ages of 10 to 80 worked happily as Kabisa and Ghali sat on one couch. Enye a seasoned garden worker from a village about 100 miles south of Kemet sat across from Kabisa after shaking hands. Enye is the father of Salli a 10 year old girl with bright eyes and a smile that melted her father’s heart every time. Her mother Nyongeza was from the same village as Ghali. They made the bubble around the group glow with friendship and kindness. The two old friends that are enjoying the connection they have been missing for years sometimes forget that everyone else is there and that they are supposed to be doing an orientation for Salli. Ghali brings tea to the small table between the couches, Nyongeza following laughing and chatting as they all sit and sip and glow.
By Clarence Bell III6 years ago in Families
I Was Trapped in This Tangle of Horror
When I was 14 or so I would ride along with my brother and brother-in-law on their truck routes during the summer. They were older than me by ten years or so, so this made for an interesting experience. There are many stories from the road that I can tell you, but this one is about the time my brother-in-law decided to throw his truck off of the side of a cliff with me and him in it.
By Christopher Harvey6 years ago in Families
My Favorite Addiction
♥️♥️♥️ My Love for Diet Coke ♥️♥️♥️ I love my warm, cozy bed in the morning times. Time to leave the comfort of snuggling up with either Cassie or Duke for the bathroom! Morning after morning, my bladder drags me out of bed before I wish, but here we go for another day. As my feet hit the ground, before I even stop at the bathroom, I scurry my cold bare feet across the kitchen floor for my main priority at that moment, my first Diet Coke for the day! I mention the bare feet because there have been too many mornings that my toes RAM right into a dog bone that Duke has deliberately placed. 😖
By Amanda Jones6 years ago in Families
