Tyler Holmes
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just here to express🧚🏽‍♀️ Based in Chicago. Instagram: tylerdevonholmes
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To: Tree, From: Apple
It took me about two decades to realize my mom was a person. Of course, she was living and breathing and existing before my eyes, but only ever as “mom”. It was difficult for me to wrap my head around the idea that I had been in my mom’s life for only a small fraction of the time she'd been living. In this mindset, it is so easy to be selfish. There is always room to demand more. Growing up, I found myself constantly frustrated with a number of things that felt out of my control. Frustrated that at times our pantry would be barren for weeks. Frustrated with the grime and clutter that became the backdrop of our home. Frustrated with the regular displays of domestic unrest between my parents: screaming, wall punching, gaslighting. It could all be too much. I needed somewhere to displace this frustration and somehow my mother became the scapegoat. It was her job to make sure we always had lots of lovely things to eat. It was her job to make sure messes didn't get out of control. If she was so clearly unhappy in her marriage, it was her job to leave. If only she could just do her job.
By Tyler Holmes5 years ago in Families
La Raza
The bell on the door twinkled, signifying another late-night weekend customer. The boy always felt a bit uneasy working this late alone at his father’s shop, but he remembered his father’s words, “I’m proud of the man you’re becoming. I couldn’t run the shop without you.” It was the closest thing to “I love you” he had ever received from him. As the customer came into his field of vision, behind the counter the boy took stock. The man was skinny, and he was sweating. He moved in a skittish manner like some sort of feral animal. Regardless of his father’s words, it was scary to work at the shop alone at eleven years old.
By Tyler Holmes5 years ago in Families
