Secrets
She Guessed
Dear Mom, There are a couple of secrets that I thought I would take to my grave. I imagined in the afterlife, Tom and I would sit and laugh about them, and, for the first time, you would hear of it. You would be able to laugh as well, but admit, you would not previously have found it funny. Tom and I would knowingly look at each other, smile, and nod in silent agreement.
By Lois Azmy4 years ago in Confessions
A regrettable promise
Dear Mom, I have a secret I have been keeping for 20 years. I have never told anyone. It has weighed me down my entire life. It has effected all my relationships, it is the reason why I can not trust anyone and, it is why I divorced my husband.
By Paige Turner 4 years ago in Confessions
One Letter
Dear Mom, Hi Mom. I hope you and your new husband are doing well in a new country and in a new city. There is something that I want to share with you. I have been hiding something with you since last two years but now I can't take it any more. Although a confession brings much relief and happiness than holding a pain and guilt in your soul.
By Deepanshi J4 years ago in Confessions
Tennessee Fire
30 March, 2021 Hey Mom, I guess it’s been a while. Things haven’t been quite the same since you left. Dad’s been drinking again and you know how he gets, especially when he’s upset. Granted, that’s not to say I haven’t dabbled in the bottle of scotch he’s been hiding in his underwear drawer. Not the best hiding spot he could come up with, but creative enough to keep it hidden from you when you were still here. It made it easy to sneak sips from it when you were still around. And it made it easy around him too, especially when he would drink enough to not remember how much he drank let alone what bottle he drank from. It reminds me of when I was still in high school.
By Gunnar Anderson4 years ago in Confessions
If You Only Knew
My Dear Mother. . . The woman who holds one name but many roles in my life. Through the years, in my overthinking and introspective ways, I have seen that these ways are not my own. They are yours, engraved into the notion of me. I observed from birth until now, someone who I believed was the most observant. Thankfully, my belief was wrong on that particular April day; your birthday.
By Pōlani Monderen 4 years ago in Confessions
Something I’ve been meaning to tell you
I don’t know where quite to begin with or something I really have to tell you ,you’re not gonna believe this I find it hard to believe myself but it happened and when I tell you I want you to just consider how hard this outcome was for me to tell you . It all happened 10 years ago you thought that I was your same boy that you had that you raised not exactly true, this Mother’s Day on the rise I figured it’s time to tell you something I’ve been holding since that day in the hospital and I had that car accident. You could say that I can hear better than any person also I can hear better than any dog and you remember I would not want to go out at night specially during a full moon and I always made up some type of excuse not to donate my blood to those blood donations we had at school . Well the truth is I don’t know whether or not I have blood anymore in my veins or if I really have veins what I’m trying to say is that I am not human anymore I’m not sure if the real me is even still around but when I had an accident I went to the hospital they said they couldn’t do anything now I just have to live as a crippled for the rest of my life that is something that I couldn’t do I just couldn’t see living like that so there was somebody there that did experimental surgeries and he took me and said that he could make me walk again make my left side move again but it would just cost some thing that I would have to give up mean in my humanity. I don’t get sick anymore not like humans do anyways and my brain is faster than it ever has been the one reason being is that my brain is now an IBM yeah exactly right it’s now a computer yeah I still have memories of my life when I was human but now that my brain is computer the rest of my body cybernetic not only that but it’s mixed with a synthetic looking skin that’s made from a regenerative plant every time it gets cut it’s able to heal on its own. I don’t know if this feels good I’m telling you this always makes me feel like a failure because I didn’t tell you this before I don’t know why I waited so long to get this out but I just figured you had to know. So they get back on track my life now it’s just on full throttle everything and I am seeing doing touching‘s like it’s happening for the first time and moving fast faster than I ever thought I could handle but being a computer it’s just amazing on what I can do , and it’s definitely helping because I’m not afraid to do anything I don’t have a fear anymore but I’m thinking more logically now and how this can better impact my life I want I can do and what I can’t do. The strength the feel of the raw of power that I hold is amazing , i’m never gonna want to let this end but I had to let you know you have to know specially what I’m gonna be doing next to wonder how that even happen if I’m still alive but to let you know I am alive I can’t die I don’t even think it’s possible for me to die anymore looks like I can live forever. Well there we go that’s the whole gist of it that’s who I am now I should say that’s what I am now and with this new body and ability I’m going to be doing things that I never did before in my life I’m gonna make something of myself and that starts today so just keep an eye on the news and when you see things that seem impossible just remember that your son doing those things and I’ll always be out there trying to find a way to find my humanity or maybe to make others like me .
By Danny Atwood4 years ago in Confessions
To My Mother: Things long unsaid.
Hey Mom, I've never told you this before... * Smiles* There's a lot I haven't told you before despite our closeness. . I remember telling my friends of our close relationship and how they'd gush and say I was lucky to be living every African teenage girl's dream. In a way, I was. But this closeness had a small tick. I'd see and hear so much that'd put my young heart in unending turmoil. Parents usually try to shield their children from these things, but I was your best friend, and you had no one else to talk to. I'll start small though because writing this is making me such an emotional mess.
By Two Siblings4 years ago in Confessions
