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"Uninvited"
"I didn't invite him. I didn't want him there." She thought to herself. He just showed up out of the blue one autumn evening in October. The air was crisp, chilly, and perfect for dwelling on deep thoughts. Her arms were elbow length into the sudsy water, while doing the family's dishes after supper that evening. Cynthia's mind raced through all the thoughts she had been keeping at bay for so long. She used to dream about a life of travel. Maybe a nurse or a companion, or even someone of great influence. Instead, she was trapped at her day job. An entry level position that barely anyone even knew she worked at. And in her "free time" the hours would pass so quickly while taking care of her parents, and the falling down around them farm. Her thoughts were on big city lights, shopping, and enough money to live comfortably. But was she brave enough to one day tell her parents that her heart longed for more?! She chastised herself for being so ungrateful.
By Marisa S Vargas5 years ago in Families
MY ROAD OF HOPE…HOOTTIE!
House to school…school to house…my daily routine in my school life. The minute I reached our house, I got out of the car, rushed in and ran up the stairs quietly to my room in the attic. Everyday, from school, after I put down my stuff, I went straight to my window to look at my favorite view. I would stare at this view…miles and miles away in the mountainside. In my young teenage years, my day would never be complete without looking at that beautiful and refreshing sight.
By Janszenn Genova 5 years ago in Families
A Place To Meet a Husband
I once lived in a house in a small, tourist town in Costa Rica. The house was too big for one person, but it had a television and after six months in the damp forest of Costa Rica, I was happy to have a way of accessing the world. The house sat atop a large hill that required effort to walk up. Once you reached the top you could see the undulating, cobalt waves of the ocean for miles. Below me, a few feet away, lived the caretaker of the house. He would fight with his girlfriend and smoke cigarettes like staccato beats, but he gave me the place for cheap, so I was grateful. Often, people would come up to the house and ask to watch television and I would let them, grateful for the company. Other times, I wanted to be alone even though at night I would be scared, wondering if someone would come up uninvited to the house in the murk and the dark. The house was too big, I would say. It’s too big. But he said to me once, “someone would have to really like you to walk up this hill”. And he was right. And he did walk up the hill. He walked up into my arms and became the father of our children.
By Gabby Stein5 years ago in Families
An Open Letter To My Parents
Dear parents, To start off, yes I know I’m completely pathetic as I couldn’t even find the courage to say this apology straight to either of your faces. It may be because I’m afraid no one will care about my apology. It may be that my ego is so big I cannot admit when I’m at the wrong. Maybe I’m simply just too ashamed to talk about it face to face.
By Emily Clare Burgess5 years ago in Families
That Old Owl
THAT OLD OWL By MacIntyre That damned barn owl was still there hanging in the rafters of this old stable. Looking at it made him laugh to a degree and it provided a soft joy to see it still there after all these years. When he saw it looking down at him, he was reminded of Deborah and how much she loved that scruffy old bird.
By Robert McIntyre5 years ago in Families
How my mothers hatred towards me almost killed me and my future
I was recently very sick and my body was never the same. All of a sudden I could not participate in society like I used to. My legs were too weak. But to add to my anguish and fear my family expected me to be the same person they always remembered and if I needed more help- I would be the victim of there anger and frustration and yelling. If you have read my stories I got covid went through a kidney infection then had a toe infection for 8 months and I could not walk. I was wheelchair bound and the antibiotics made me so weak I thought my body was shutting down. I couldn't get in a car use a walker or even walk. But they expected me to be able to do whatever they wanted and if I struggled helping me annoyed them like hell. I felt so much rejection.
By Julia Stellings5 years ago in Families
#ThePact
As I can so vividly recall, never has anger or evil intentions been quick to entertain your tongue. You are the person I look to for brotherly advice. You were that coach who taught me the importance of teamwork. You taught me how to manually operate a vehicle, how chess is played, and most importantly, you sat by my side and explained the game of life. My Brother, You're the only reason I'm able to differentiate and understand my prodigal existence. As close as we could come to one another, was by cosmic fate, the date of our birth. Yours being sept. 18th, and mine, sept. the 19th. This was always something I took notice of and much pride in. Even though you were already established, as a baby you took me in. I know you can hear my heart beating in gratitude, Thank you, my dearest Brother...
By D.C.@UN-BrokenGRAMMAR5 years ago in Families
2022: The Year of the Mom Cuddles
Let's just get this out of the way: Being a mom is exhausting. It is unending, and for all its magic and reward, the job is relentless. It is highly criticized, lonely and mentally, spiritually, and physically taxing. It's easy to get caught up in reaching milestones, always looking to "What's next?" The loneliness can drive one to Instagram where the picture of motherhood is painted in a filtered light only leading to further isolation, and every person seems to have an opinion about what being a good mother means.
By Merrie Sanders5 years ago in Families
