Paris Yasmin
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Veteran. Mother. Wife.
I Embrace Life Fully as it’s Dedicated Student.
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Elliott opens her eyes, squinting as the sunlight peaks through her curtains. It's another warm muggy day. She breathes out heavily and peers at her clock. It’s 5:58am. Two minutes left before her day begins. She smells coffee brewing and the comforting sound of her girlfriend, Rhein, humming a tune. THIS is home she thinks to herself. Her alarm hollers.
By Paris Yasmin4 years ago in Fiction
Man
“Come on, it’s okayyyy!” my voice is cracking. How is something so little, so strong? I’m in the middle of a Chic-fil-a parking lot and it’s crowded. I’m not sure if he is afraid of all of the cars, the people or me. One thing is for sure, he is not moving. I tug at his leash. He is an immovable mound of jet black fur with a sweet puppy dog face.
By Paris Yasmin4 years ago in Families
