Family
Hey mum, you are a champion
Hey mum I never told you this before but when you asked me last year what had happened to me, because I was sad and I couldn't sleep, I lied to you. The reason why I was feeling that way was because I was afraid of losing you. You know, when I arrived in April last year I felt like my heart had been stolen. It was very hard to go back to Argentina because of the Covid pandemic; a lot of countries were closing their borders. I was feeling so stressed and sad. The idea of me staying in Australia made me feel worse.
By Rocio Gardey4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom.
Hi mom. It’s been awhile. Ever since you breathed life into me on that cold Thursday in 1995, you knew there was something special about me. It was something that you kept a secret, something you held dear to the most intimate parts of your soul, but you raised me in a way that we’d agreed upon the moment that I came into your life in the form of a simple strong plus on an at-home test. My life wasn’t going to be easy. I wasn’t going to grow up with all the bells and whistles of children in my peer group. I was going to be strong-headed, highly sensitive, emotional, and passionate yet slightly behind in sociability; everything that you told yourself that your first-born was going to be but everything that you knew that you or my father couldn’t nurture for long.
By Jackson Hunt4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to My Darling Mother
Dear Mom: You raised me as though I was an only child because my older brother moved out when I was six months old to get married and start his own family. In my eyes, I felt lucky because you showered me with all your love during my childhood. Although the love was suffocating at times for me, I became addicted to your attention and all the love you offered me.
By Anthony Chan4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear Mother, The time has come once again for the glorious day of celebrating mothers. Now that I am one myself, I know the joy it feels deep within knowing I am responsible for the creation of life, three times over. From the moment of seeing those two pink lines, feeling their first kicks, the fear of the unknown when bringing them into this world, and all the trials and ecstatic feelings that come with it. However, I know this joyous feeling every day of my life since I became a mother. The feeling of knowing my children are safe, warm, fed, and taken care of brings light to my life in many ways that are indescribable often.
By Belinda Grissam4 years ago in Confessions
Sometimes I don't love you.
Sometimes it’s hard to admit I don’t love you all the way. I do miss the old version of you. When you would encourage me to do my best, create hell, and smile. As a child, I was very insecure and needed words of affirmation. You were the greatest part of my existence, and I cherish you immensely. I cherish the conversations during dinner, being your dance partner in the kitchen as you made tortillas, and sharing an apple; that person I miss, and I loved her more.
By Vincent Paul 4 years ago in Confessions
Class of 2022
Dear Mamma, I have a serious confession to make, arguably. Are you ready? You sure? Positive? Okay, okay! I’ll spill. Just, don’t curse me or something. It’s been a rough few days and the probability of me having my third mental collapse of the week is a turd storm waiting to happen. Alright, here it goes. Mamma... I can't remember the last words you said to me.
By Evelyn Winters4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mommy:
I always felt like a burden to you and Dad. I was never coordinated enough, pretty enough, confident enough. I was clumsy; always falling and hurting myself, breaking things because I was curious and heavy handed. You were such a young mother and you and Dad always worked so hard; I tried to help by cooking and cleaning up; however, my help always seemed to cause a bigger mess and made you impatient and stern.
By Kim Brewer4 years ago in Confessions
A Sun And Her Son
Hey mom, Have you ever heard the myth of a sun, moon and black hole? No? Let me narrate it to you. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful and warming sun that shines the ray of love to everything surrounding her. A giant black hole at the nearby was roused from his eternal hibernation with the smooth touches of her rays and he immediately wished to make her his own only. Getting the blessings of the gods, this black hole got the privilege of marrying the stunning sun. Soon after their marriage, they gave birth to a moon. The moon was as bright as the sun, near to it and shone during both the daytime and nights. Sadly, the black hole was unable to live harmoniously with the sun and the moon. His darkened identity became a barrier to the peace of the family, he kept absorbing every single sprinkle of light. But he was ungrateful about that and sought more of it. The sun cried badly that the beams of light sprang from her eye created the uncountable stars on the sky. The moon, saw her sorrow and decided to abolish the black hole. And he did that! He effaced his father, the black hole. Starting from that day the light of the moon has dimmed, it moved away and started to hide from the sun and abdicated from the daylight in favor of the night.
By Yonathan Getachew4 years ago in Confessions
A Mother’s Love
When I felt defeated by difficult pieces as a young artist, you would always tell me that there was nothing that I couldn’t do. After becoming frustrated, you’d make me take a break and revisit the drawing when I felt better. You taught me that the essence of beauty lives within my heart space & energy. That that which I produce, will reflect what I feel, and who I am.
By Pashance A4 years ago in Confessions
Maybe It is My Last Letter to You Mom
Dear mom, Hope God keeps you healthy. I haven't seen my father since I was little. You raised me and cared for me. I have learned patriotism from you. You wanted me to be an army member and serve the country. According to your wishes, I am now serving in the Army. Now the country is at war. I don't know if my letter will reach you. I never thought I would face such a situation. I participated in the war.
By Mehedi Hasan Shawon4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
I love you and I care about you, but I do not like you. In fact, I silently resent you. The pain in my heart, the suffering in my eyes and the death of my soul. All caused by you and the decisions you passed down onto me. You’re called mom and yet you are only one by default. The life I've lived and the mistakes I've endured that you’ve made. Your decisions cause me to make my own decisions that I do not want. The drugs and guys you’ve chosen to be in your life, trickle down onto me. The kids not biologically mine, but legally and emotionally. I feel so lonely and used. I do not feel like a daughter but like an ATM and a safe last choice. In a way I'm glad I took in the kids as it got me to where I am now, but the question lingers in my mind. Would I be happier? How would my life be? If it was just me. Would I have bought a house at age 20? Dropped out of college? Would I be as mature? I’m up and down on my seesaw of emotions. Sometimes I'm content with my life. Other times I resent everyone and everything. How could you decide that a little girl would be a great second mom to the kids you decided to have. Why were the drugs better for you then your kids? Why were all your horrible choices pushed onto me? Because “I'd make a great mom?” well maybe that’s because I raised your kids my whole life. Almost everyone in my life just uses me because I can’t say no to people. All I want for myself is to be happy and feel what freedom is. I want to be able to not have to worry about food at home for the kids. To hope people are ok with me bringing my siblings with me sometimes. I love them with all my heart and I would never let them be somewhere they don’t want to be or feel unsafe. I would never say no they can't be with me. But why me? Why was this all on me? I shouldn’t be the one that has to care and worry for them. I’m not much older than them and yet I act as their mother. And now their dad is in prison, which is a good thing for almost everyone. Who do they really have except me? The mental trauma they fight with everyday as they hope i won’t say “ I don’t want you anymore” just like everyone else. I want them to be happy and not worry if there's food or if they'll get screamed at. I don’t want them to live the way I did growing up. Watching their parents do drugs, seeing their mom get hit and abused and hoping you aren’t next. Watching your dad get drunk and beat up your papa, the only adult that truly raised you and treated you like a kid. People telling me my whole life they expect great things from me. Causing me to never feel like I'm doing good enough no matter what I do. I hate you silently mom, you took my life away from me. Yes it taught me things but is the knowing worth the suffering? Is it worth having to pay off the debt you put me in cause you stole my money? I know I'm supposed to cherish you, but how do you cherish the person that makes you hate your life? I’ll never show you this letter, I'm sure. Even though I love you, I hate you. I hate the women you’ve become and who you’ve made me into.
By Kristina Brule4 years ago in Confessions
