Samantha Madera
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I do a little bit of everything. I write, paint, draw, take photos. I just enjoy being creative.
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Memories of Peace
You know that feeling? Where a smell, or a taste... a sound even, takes you back to a time and place in your past? A wistful fondness in your remembrance to look back on. Nostalgia for your childhood, perhaps. A time when the sun shines, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. Where the ice cream truck sings its song for the masses listening out for its icy goodness.
By Samantha Madera4 years ago in Families
A letter to you
Dear Ma, For a long time, I was angry at you. Not just a, you said something I didn't like, angry or a, I wanted something and you said no angry. But a, you were never there angry. An empty, overwhelming void in the pit of my stomach angry where my abandonment issues developed. I remember one isntance where I was at Donna’s house, sitting up in bed, it was a bunk bed, I was on the top, crying for you and you were nowhere to be found. John, your husband at the time, Donna’s son and my father, or so i thought, was screaming at me to 'Shut the fuck up!". Which only made things worse. I remember him grabbing me ears and holding me against the wall, in trouble like always for reasons i couldn't fathom. Being sick to the point where both ends felt like they were throwing up, alone in the bathroom with only a baiting suit to wear. You both were there physically, asleep in the motel room we lived in. You’r bodies present but your minds were always elsewhere. I think I was 6.
By Samantha Madera4 years ago in Confessions
