Lydia Seales-Fuller
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My Dying Wish
I know this is not what you expect however, this is my last chance to help you and my grandchildren. My generation and my son’s generation are already doomed so I write this in hopes that you can send it to all the world rulers. I will appeal to their compassion and common sense. However, if, that does not work, I will also appeal to their love of self or as you humans term it, selfishness. I just do not like the inclusion of the word fish in that bad word.
By Lydia Seales-Fuller 5 years ago in Earth
The symbol of enduring love: a Rose
Her name was Rose, her favorite flower was the double hibiscus. Our yard had three different colors and variety of hibiscus. That flower is beautiful and so was my mother. She did not work outside of the home. Her remarkable contribution to our home life was what she did inside the house with us, her family. We were taught not to call her, my dad and any other older person by their given name so from here on, I will refer to my mother as Mommy Rose.
By Lydia Seales-Fuller 5 years ago in Humans
