Family

Dear Mom
I remember the day I tried to tell you. I was a senior in highschool, somehow five years ago now, and I suddenly hated the fact I’d been cheating my way through pre-calculus all year. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so guilty in my life. I tried to come clean, because I wanted very much to feel not-that-way. You were having a rough day as it was, and when I beat around the bush about it you asked me if it would help or hurt our relationship, if you really needed to know, and I realized you didn’t. I’m sorry I lied to you, and I’m sorry my only thought behind confessing (at the time) was my conscience, and not our relationship.
By alan pierce4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter From Your Weird, Second Daughter
Dear Ma, I know we don’t really talk much. You might probably deny that as usual, but we don’t really communicate. Everytime we meet, we only speak of our daily, mundane stuff. I understand that you’re tired. You now have to spend the rest of your twilight years without Dad, because he passed away in 2014.
By Ruby Astari4 years ago in Confessions
Letter To My Mother
Dear Mother, There are many things you may not know about me, even still. I remember a few years ago you said you were surprised by something that I had done and were “getting to know me better.” It is strange that people can be close relatives from the same family and be very different or even not entirely know each other.
By Aisha Mohammad4 years ago in Confessions
It's Okay if You Resent Me, Too
As the birds chirp outside my window, you remind me of the canary in the mines. It was too late to save you by the time your silence was recognized, but you still did your part as a warning. As a beacon of hope and a pit of despair. There was no mask until that day, a smile where a frown seemed permanently etched.
By Emma Hanks (she/they)4 years ago in Confessions
Dim Light
Dear Mom Since the day I was born, everybody around me praised your name, like you are a goddess, an angel without wings, the light in deep dark times, you gave all the love and care to everybody around you, I don't have a confession but a question, did the river of love drained from your heart when it comes to me?
By MERA4 years ago in Confessions
Silent tears
A couple of months back, my mother stopped eating. She was continuously feeling drowsy and fatigued so much so that she was closing her eyes every now and then out of drowsiness. It was an absolute shock for me as she is a workaholic. She had the capacity and urge to work the whole day relentlessly. So what's wrong with her? After getting all her medical examinations; doctors said some sort of infection in her body, very low sodium and hyponatremia and needs hospitalisation. After struggling in ICU for 10days, she got septic, was frequently going into coma and there was no sign of improvement. On the 17th day of her hospitalisation she had a heart attack after which she was put on a ventilator.
By Razia Sultana4 years ago in Confessions
Piano Hands
Dear Mom, This morning, I woke up early and through our shared wall, I listened as you put your makeup on at the sink in your bathroom. I heard you unzip your makeup bag, and I imagined the rest of the procedure: your eyebrows penciled in, your eyeliner done in one swipe with practiced pianist’s hands.
By Julia Grace4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Lost Mom
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but I’m lost here. I am living in, amongst, and about the world of many hard times. The world you brought me into but the same world I had screamed bloody murder from the zones of regular sadness affecting and overshadowing my ability on living a life that would be fully safe, all fun & enjoyable, and one that is respected by all I am unsure of how to go about conquering the defeat in life that is the right thing to do with survival and happiness and life’s prime example of being a price for the whole world to become more stable and well.
By Keanna Barry 4 years ago in Confessions
Silent Shouts
Dear Mother, I've known you earthside for about 5,331 days. In that time, we've laughed, cried, smiled, traveled, and adapted. You walked in while I was writing this and I may have jumped a bit. Let's just not be suspicious here. I have a limited amount of words to use and a lot of things to say.
By Kaya B.4 years ago in Confessions
Your Love is Bewildering,
To My Mother For all the times you gently picked me up, When I fell down, For all the times you tied my shoes And tucked me into bed, Or needed something But put me first instead. For everything we shared, The dreams, the laughter, And the tears, I love you with a "Special Love" That deepens every year.
By Winry4 years ago in Confessions
Husband no. 5
After your third husband, I’d joke with people that you were like Elizabeth Taylor. At bars, or at other one-upmanship contests, I’d confess to my in-group-of-the-month that I didn’t know exactly how many husbands you’ve technically had (four? six?), but that I was pretty sure you were now on your last. But that’s not what I want to talk about.
By Frank D'Andrea4 years ago in Confessions
Letter To Mom
Hey Mom, I never told you this before , but remember when I broke my leg in college playing rugby? And I promised I would never play rugby again? Well…1 year after my leg break and months of therapy, I started playing again. I know, I know…I promised I would never play again, but I loved to play and I was really good at it. Please don’t be mad and let me explain.
By Dana Freeman4 years ago in Confessions