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Bad To Good
This story is about a girl named Cindy Bell. She is in 5th grade and lives in Georgia. She is full of love and cares a lot about her family, even strangers. She has had a great childhood. Then things take a turn for the worst, but has a happy ending.
By Kenzie R.4 years ago in Families
Half of me is You
Half of Me is You Mom, I feel like every day I want to find the right words to tell you how you’ve impacted my whole life. In so many ways, I’m just like you and in all the rest I aspire to be. I hope that by now you know how much I love you. I hope that even though I tend to be a bit monotone that you have felt my support. Especially recently. March 29th was one of the scariest days that I can ever remember living through.
By Joella Daniela4 years ago in Families
No Pennies in My Handkerchief
Hey Mom! Have someone access the ‘Read Aloud’ feature for this letter. Cuz it’s private for your eyes only that’s why. Yeah, under the Review tab—that capital ‘A’ that says ‘Speech.’ Uh-huh. Tell ’em click it.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Families
Hi, So...
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but I always wished your were my bestfriend. I envy those who can pick up the phone and call their mother and ask for their opinion, ultimately providing guidance and bonding. We don't have that.
By Christopher A.4 years ago in Families
Risks
The descriptive word for the feeling of love is different for everyone. Euphoria, caring, ecstatic, bliss, tranquil. It varies for every individual. For me; it’s tunnel. The chaos, the stress, the anxiety- it all disappears. All I see is them and all I feel is adoration.
By Sarai Mikhel4 years ago in Families
Inheritance
A mi querida Madre, You've always been a beautiful, strong, direct, and honest woman, and no one appreciates that more than me, your daughter.
By Moncé H. Larios4 years ago in Families
The secrets of the jewellery box
Dear Mum, I've told you I love you at least a gazillion times, I've hugged and kissed you at least a gazillion more. As the baby of the family I was always trouble. Screaming the house down for attention so much so that the neighbours thought I was being murdered.
By SJ Covey4 years ago in Families
Losing the role of Mother
Several years ago, I made a decision that ruined my life for what it seems like is a lifetime. I was living in an apartment with my three young children and my fiance for a long time but that was all going to change. My fiance ended up getting a DUI and having to go to jail for a long time. Now either I could remain in the apartment and make it work somehow with my girls and I or move back in with my parents. My mom thought it was pointless to live alone with the girls when I could just move back in with them and have "help". I have mental health issues and chronic pain so I could use the extra help I thought... I was going through different medicines trying to figure out the right combinations and wasn't having a lot of luck. So I moved in.
By Stephanie Lynn4 years ago in Families
Slow Motion
Hey Ma, First off, and most importantly, I love and miss you. I miss you every day. I'd give everything short of Shawn to hear you call my name one more time. And I pray every time I call your name, you hear me.
By Derrick McKinney 4 years ago in Families
Belief in another.
My mom has her own unique way of showing me, her eldest daughter, that she believes in me. I like to call it tough love with little bits of help sprinkled in.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Families
Dear Mom: There's Something I Want You to Know
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I am writing this a few weeks after Mother’s Day this year because I was contemplating what I wanted to say to you. There is so much I would like to talk to you about if we could be together one more time. What I wouldn’t give if that could be.
By Linda Rivenbark4 years ago in Families
Tamales and Needles
Dear Ma, I must confess that Christmas of 2002, I put my hand in the tamalera (a big deep pot for tamale making) and the tamales came out raw (pintos) because of me. It was my fault. I'm sorry, I did so even with all your warnings, but my cousins dared me. That day we all laughed at the mishap and all the aunts scolded us kids asking who had dipped their hand in the tamalera. (It's an old Mexican superstition, the person who puts the tamales in the pot is the ONLY one who can put their hand in before they start cooking, if someone else does, the tamales will not cook. Silly I know, but it's a thing.) Again Ma, I'm sorry.
By Elsa4 years ago in Families