Teenage years
I'll Take It Off One Day
Day 493 May 12, 2022 A time comes when we've spoken so many lies that they become other's truths. And I know that's how it is with me and the world, but why is it with me and you? I dream of my future, living in my apartment, you come to visit with dad, and we smile and laugh and talk. Actually, talk. A life where you get me, know me, my capabilities and you finally see who your daughter really is.
By Sofia Fatima4 years ago in Confessions
Moonlight
Dear Mom, It's been 32 years since I entered this world and our relationship began. Poverty, pain, and panic attacks have littered the road, but we've made it! I often reflect on the time we have spent together and the rocky path we have walked to arrive here.
By HeyItsPhephen4 years ago in Confessions
A mom too
Dear mom, I’ve been contemplating… for some time now actually. As a matter of fact, for the last almost 5 years now. I’ve been contemplating on something I feel as though I should’ve been able to tell you, and no one else really. Or you be the first person to know honestly….
By K.J.George4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mommy Dearest
Dear Mommy Dearest, I remember the day where I began to look at you differently, I remember the day where my respect for you slowly started to go away and the pain from realizing why cut so deep I never thought we would ever be the same again.
By G.T.W Productions4 years ago in Confessions
Ode to a Mother
I can't chew spearmint gum without tasting leather purses and church pews. I can't experience a hot summer night without remembering the build-your-own chef salads we made growing up because we couldn't afford air-conditioning and there was no way in h-e-double hockey stocks that we were turning the oven on.
By Brandon4 years ago in Confessions
The danger of ephemerality. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Mummy, I never told you this before, but I was the one who stole your cigarettes. Yes, me, your fruitful little gent who used to steal them as a deterrent for your compulsive habit. It’s funny, I can still vividly picture myself taking them captive and hiding them around the house as if it were yesterday. I was little Robin Hood, while your body was the peasantry and your response was the amalgamation of King Richard, his aristocracy and obviously the Sheriff.
By Myles Harrison4 years ago in Confessions
One Day You Called Me, "My Little Bean"
My beloved mother, I write to you today because I’m still alive. I apologize for disappearing back when I was in high school. I can’t imagine the pain that you must have suffered during those frightening times. My beautiful soul left me, and I had nothing, but unearthly voices in my mind. I had forgotten who I was, the happy girl you gave birth to as your own. I have erased the existence of where I came from like water spilling on inked words, life was a blur.
By Doors to Life4 years ago in Confessions
Kidnapped by a mobster
H ello ! I thought I'd write a new story. The narrator: Anna, is a girl born in fluff, who does not know the word "poverty" and only knows how to give orders. Her world is a pink one and she doesn't care what she says. She wants to show the world how beautiful and smart she is. but sometimes her "friends" think she's stupid and naive.
By Aiki Nightore4 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter to Share My Regret. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mum, I don't have a secret for you. I never kept anything from you except maybe - I never snuck out of the house to meet a boy - although, I planned how I would do it if I could. I never drank anything but water and cordial. Not until 6 months after I legally could did I ever take even a sip. Even soft drink that you didn't approve, I stayed away from, I trusted your judgement. I never let anyone pressure me into anything. I never did any of the "bad" things.
By Jaimie4 years ago in Confessions
