Yonta Brown
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Abused by Reality
I was abused by reality. I walked in his shoes for 19 years, never did I stumble or fall. My eyes were fixated on him, his well-being and his spirit. I don't know much about him but I was able to catch a glimpse of his heart. Yeah, his heart, he had one but not everyone had the gift to see it.
By Yonta Brown5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Ms. Daisy was an elderly woman who lived alone. She had children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. One particular grandson, Lewis would check on Ms. Daisy more often than the others. He would sit and talk to her for hours at a time. He would do some grocery shopping for her every now and then on the weekends. He would also clean her home when she was unable to do so. He would clean every room and area in her home. He wouldn't miss a spot. Ms. Daisy was a lover of books. She enjoyed reading books. She had a particular bookshelf where she kept her favorite books that had a significant meaning to her. Lewis wasnt quite a reader, he could read but he just wasn't a fan of reading. One day while cleaning, Lewis noticed that most of the books on Ms. Daisy's shelf were large in size. However there was a small, black book that appeared to be more worn than the larger books. He asked his grandmother, Miss Daisy why does she read the little, black book more than the others? She replies, "The biggest treasures are in the smallest containers." Lewis decided that whatever was in that book had to be good because his grandmother read from it everyday and placed it back on the shelf after reading it. As days and years went by, Lewis continued to notice how Ms. Daisy embraced this book.
By Yonta Brown5 years ago in Families
