Secrets
Mother's Day Confessions
Dear Mom, Mother, by the time you receive this, Mother’s Day will have come and gone, so first I apologize for the late arrival of this gift to you but hey, you know me, I’m quite the procrastinator so let’s just blame that on my ability to wander off into my own wondrous imaginary world known as the scattered brain of Camri Steele-Stone. Plus, you yourself are quite the procrastinator so if we’re to blame anyone, technically, it should be you because I’ve done nothing but observe and adopt your behaviors while young. The subconscious is very impressionable during the adolescent stages, lol, I’m only kidding mom, I just like to burst your bubble sometimes! Besides all that, I hope all is well. How are things at the clinic? School? Valerie still talking smack? Lol, when you write back don’t hold out on any information, I wanna know it all. I kinda miss our drama filled talks, I don’t really do much gossiping these days.
By CamThePoet4 years ago in Confessions
I am sorry
Dear Mother: As requested by my math teacher, Miss Pam, I am writing this confession letter for you to sign. I am writing this letter to say I am sorry that I tried to forge your signature on a math exam that I got a C for. I was supposed to show you my mark on my test, and have you sign it to show to Miss Pam.
By Haitao Ran4 years ago in Confessions
Golden Child
Mom, I really do have to give you credit. All of these years, you have honestly tried not to show that Bayley is your favorite, but I have always known. You do try so hard with the others, but your eyes light up naturally when she sits next to you. I think that you see yourself in her, your oldest granddaughter, despite your differences. You see the spunk that bubbles up in her to defy expectations and stick to her own ideas of fairness, the way that animals approach her, knowing that she understands them on a nonverbal level, and the lift of her chin as she digs down deep to brace herself and face a challenge. You also marvel at her grace, her empathy, her comfort in her own skin – things you never permitted yourself.
By Susan M Gibson4 years ago in Confessions
Dearest Mother,
I love you so very much mommy. I really appreciate all that you have done for my sisters and I while we were growing up. I had a wonderful childhood, particularly enjoying all the quality time we spent together. I know that you always did the best that you could for us, and you have been a wonderful role model. Hopefully, you are proud of the way we all turned out. I think, we are all amazing individuals. You raised us all to be so close to each other, so we could always be open in our communications to each other. I know that I fell off from that for a while, living three hours behind your time zone on the opposite side of the country, attempting to lead my own life.
By Theresa J Sleeth4 years ago in Confessions
Intention of Completion
Hey Mum, I've never told you this before, but there's a part of me that believes I was born to make things right with you. Like maybe a little piece of your birth mother's soul broke off when she took her last monoxide filled gasp. Trapped itself in the ether that connects us and waited until I was born to implant its apologetic intention within my being.
By Zoe Vega4 years ago in Confessions
I Was Not A Virgin
Getting a hymenectomy at twelve years old created an open door policy between us when it came to questions about my body, relationships, and intimacy. If I hadn’t been on the swim team, who knows how long it would have taken me to realize that the tampons weren’t working out so well and that I had a medical condition that would eventually require surgery to “pop my cherry”? There was really no coming back for us after the horrific pelvic exam while I was in middle school. They tried to make you leave the room so I could have privacy, but I was terrified of the doctor and her fingers and I begged you to stay. After that, I knew I could talk to you about anything.
By Annie North4 years ago in Confessions
The Itch
Hey mom. I’ve had this itching feeling in the base of my spine for the last thirteen days, and it won’t go away no matter what I do. It’s distraction is worsened, when accompanied by the large pit in my stomach whose existence far exceeds my memory. It feels like my body is having a visceral reaction to my mind’s incoherent inner dialogue. I hope you don’t mind, but this is the only thing I can think of to finally rid myself of the wretched itching. Would you like to hear about it?
By Julia Llewellyn4 years ago in Confessions
The truth about Uncle Joe getting shot
Dear Mom, I know I’m not usually the letter-writing type, but there is something I need to come clean to you about. I was with Uncle Joe (yup, your little brother) the day he was shot. He told me not to tell you, because he didn’t want to get me in trouble with you. I’m telling you because he doesn’t deserve your wrath for protecting me. It was a Thursday so I decided to skip class and skate instead. I instantly recognized the exhaust of his silver primer Mustang as he rolled up next to me. We smiled at each other when he suddenly put her in neutral and pulled the parking brake.
By Abraham’s Pen4 years ago in Confessions
