Isabelle Bee
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Infrangible Bond
The bond between a mother and her child is indestructible, a force like no other. A mother's goal in life is to nurture, guide, and give to her children what she did not have so that her children will live long and happy lives. And we know this because Mother Nature offers us delicious and healthy food, refreshing water, and trees that purify our air to breathe. That is why mothers spend countless hours preparing the delicious and healthy food we eat at home after long enduring days of school. Or the refreshing drinks she prepares for us after pretending to be famed adventurers in the Congos, on a hot summer day. Or how she spends hours disinfecting the bathroom floor to prevent fungus from growing so we have a clean lung. It is no mystery as to why a mother will go out of her way to do everything possible to make sure that we are back home safely at the end of the day, for the same reason that Momma Bear will go berserk on anyone imposing a threat to her cubs. But when the sun sets and the moon arise did she ever hear a thank you? Did she ever hear a thank you for waking up at six am to make sure there was lunch for us for school? Because to us it was all routine and expected and taken for granted. But as time passed, we grew and we learned that being a mother isn't as easy as it was expected like how you were there for us when we were feeling down but we never really knew if you were feeling upset about something. All our life you've been teaching us to do good and to bring kindness to others. And I know I will be beyond devastated and it hurts to think such thoughts and can only wish to prevent the day you leave this Earth. Because you are the greatest mother that can ever exist and I cannot express how thankful I am. For ages, you've told us that we don't keep secrets in this family and thus I have failed you for I have kept several secrets but I fear what your reaction to them will be, but now is the time. Since my earliest memory, I have always felt that I have been more feminine than most boys. Naturally, I have also felt gravitated toward female-targeted toys such as the Peppa Pig doll house I asked for Christmas a long time ago, or the pink Nintendo switch case that I wanted to buy with my birthday money. Perhaps my biggest confession is that I have secretly been buying skirts and women's clothing. My only request is that you take this well and I hope that you can support me, if you have yet to put the links together, yes, I am indeed transgender and there's nothing more I want than for you to see me like you my sister, to call her over whenever you find a cute purse, or how you always pick out the feminine accessories for her, but I shall not let that bring me down because I know that at the end of the day you still care for me equally as much as you do for her. I feel it is necessary to explain that behind your back I have been living a double life and even though you hate secrets I chose to keep them for years. There's nothing more that I would like to say than after everything you've done for me if you can if I can ask for you to address me as Isabelle and to accept me as your youngest daughter and after everything you've done for us, I hope you can continue loving me as you do now because the bond between the mother and her child is unbreakable. I love you with all my heart, you are the best mother one can ask for.
By Isabelle Bee4 years ago in Confessions
Absent Presence
My parents tell me of a story from a family trip to a snow cabin which I once thought was a heartwarming tale turns out to be the fright of my life. I was 7 years old and I had just started my winter break of first grade so my family had rented out a cabin in a place I won't mention for the sake of the privacy of the residents. It was a long drive, a boring one too, and being a child you needed some form of entertainment. My mom thought it would be a good idea to bring us some small game boards and coloring books for me and my sister. The choice was either connect four or hello kitty. As we got near the location, I was in awe at the foggy road, it was getting colder so I wrapped myself up in my blanket and continued to stare out the window. A few hours go by and I ended up taking a nap. I woke up to my dad honking and yelling at a car that was weaving through the two lanes. Not long after we were nearing our cabin and already the other cabins were beautiful, they reminded me of the ones from the polar express movie or those from illustrations of winter postcards with the snow-draped roofs like blankets, or the sharp icicles, and the faint smell of burning firewood. I could only hope our cabin would have been the crown jewel of the neighborhood. Once we arrived I was a little disappointed, it was small, maybe two to three rooms, the paint was fading off and a smell of dust blew past me as we entered. As we were settling in my mom told me about how when she was my age her family stayed every winter in this exact cabin and would spend time with the neighbor's kid and suggested that I should see if anyone's home. I decided that I would've had more fun playing than bringing in bags of food and luggage, I put on my hello kitty snow boots and my pink polka dot parka and wrapped my neck with a scarf and I was off to the neighbor's home. The lights were off but there were footprints in the snow all around it, I figured id follow them, there was a kid there maybe around my age he was pale and looked a little cold. As I made my way over to him the snow crunched beneath my boots giving away my arrival. I waved, cupped my hands, and said, "Do you wanna play" he didn't say anything he just nodded and made his way toward me. I asked, "What's your name?" no answer, "Do you wanna build a snowman?" again he nodded. I began to think he was maybe shy and shrugged it off. As we started rolling a ball of snow I felt like I was talking to myself, I'd ask "Should our snowman have a carrot nose or a stick nose?" and he shrugged. moments pass and the sun starts to set, our snowman is complete and he finally says a word,
By Isabelle Bee4 years ago in Fiction
