siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Childhood memories
Yesterday I remembered my childhood abuses after listening to some old things from my brother's mouth. In which almost every Sunday of my childhood was spent. How innocent, how naive those memories are, in which childhood is spent. People tell the truth, people die but memories never die. On every side of one of those walls of blind turning streets, the passerby bowed with full reverence, without knowing which religion God is associated with. Used to have a lot of self in itself. I was a child at that time, but I never felt any fear in going through the streets of those blind turns, but today, whenever there is a way (very little) of a road, but when going through a dry road, there are many types of expressions Come to my mind, we were talking about the streets of childhood, we used to go to our grandmother's house every Sunday and the way to her house used to go through these dark alleys.
By Yogesh Sawant6 years ago in Families
Dream Come True
The Solis Brothers had cased several neighborhoods before but none like this. Why were they there? There was nothing upscale, only dirty streets and abandoned houses. Gino thought to ask his older brother for more details but decided against it, remembering how his last inquiry ended. He turned his head towards the window, rubbing the spot on his nose where the ER doctor snapped it back into place.
By Conzuelus Strozier6 years ago in Families
Love Letters from Heather
To my oldest brother, David, For some, it would be handy to have a lawyer for a brother. Sadly, I am one of those people. So I will start this letter by commending you on your career choice. It has helped me and one or two of my kids out of a pickle more than once.
By Heather Down6 years ago in Families
Beef Shanks and Alcohol
In the cupboard where I keep my cookbooks is a small square black spiral bound notebook with a colorful butterfly on the cover is a forty-five-year-old recipe for my sister Winnie’s beef shanks. On two pages, the recipe, in her handwriting, is taped on pink stationery. They have got to be the best beef shanks I ever ate!
By Caroni Lombard6 years ago in Families
From Different Worlds
Returning home never crossed the young woman’s mind, watching the trees pass by in such a hurry, seemingly creating an everlasting blur. Recalling the memories of her old life made the woman uneasy. Spending years to get away from that only to have to come back after all this time.
By Just Fantasy6 years ago in Families
My Sister
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By Bluejaye Manifest6 years ago in Families
One Day, One Wish
"Hey! Stop right there," screamed a large man chasing a couple of kids. These two kids were running like a pair of scalded dogs through Flaherty Square; dodging shoppers and shopping carts trying not to lose speed while simultaneously not trying to knock over some poor lady’s shopping cart.
By Rafael Feliciano6 years ago in Families








