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A Grieving Mother Receives Comfort from Her Child through a Perfect Stranger's Song
A Heart-Warming Story Today I read the most heart-warming story ever. It teared me up. I use the Nextdoor app within my neighborhood. A woman, which I'll call Ann, who lives in a surrounding neighborhood, was writing to express her thanks to a stranger. She did not know him, but his interaction with her caused a great impact.
By Debbie's Reflection5 years ago in Families
Fire Flies
Fire Flies, how they light up the darkness. To this day when I see them I remember my Grandfather. He was a great fighter pilot in the first world war. As a young boy I would sit with him on the porch as he would tell me of all the times that he nearly died and of those buddies that did, from bullets fired from guns so hot they look like fire flies.
By Doug Kelley5 years ago in Families
The Sketching Coincidence
She sat on her favorite rock looking out at the ocean. The cold air made her cheeks sting more than usual. Tear stained cheeks added to the biting air. She was frozen from the wind and with fear from losing her job. She stood up and made her way back to her little red car. Driving home, she kept going over in her mind what her boss said. You’re always behind, you’re not focused, You’re not quick enough! The girls at work would laugh and whisper. “I should be relieved to be out of there,” she said out loud to herself. As she pulled into the driveway she could see her father through the window sitting in his chair. Closing the door, she heard him say “Well, how did it go today?” “It didn’t go well, I was let go,” she said with a sigh. “It’s your hair…your mother always said people are jealous of your hair, He said pushing himself out of his chair. He walked over to her and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry…something will come along…we will be alright. He kissed her forehead. “I don’t think it’s my hair dad…I’m sorry”, she said quietly. “You’re a talented girl you should sell your ahht,” he said in a thick New England accent. He stirred the stew on the stove adding more pepper. “Tomorrow will be a new day and luck will be on your side!” he said with a wink. “I think the wine is talking”, she laughed pointing at his half empty glass. “Let’s cheers to you leaving that crappy job!! He held his glass up. “Grab the bottle, you’ll need a big glass of wine”, he said pouring the last of his glass in the stew.
By Janet Bolton5 years ago in Families
Kinetic Pink vs. Myrtle Green
There they were, snowbound and quarantined in a small Boston apartment—Mom, Step-dad, daughter, and her significant other, all doing the millennial thing: actively engaging with their cellphones even though face to face communication would have used up less data, and it had been a long time since they’d all seen each other since the “rents,” as Eva called them, lived 8 hours away.
By Alex Glenn5 years ago in Families
Gel Pen Stars on Black Leather
“Let me take that mom!” Jamie took the cardboard box from her mother’s hands. “I’m not an invalid, you know! I can carry a freekin’ box!” Dana responded. These days Dana was always angry, but Jamie ignored it and took the box from her mother anyway.
By Debra Hulten Nava5 years ago in Families
Long Lost Escape
It was late at night but all I could hear was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights in the hallway. I lie awake, unable to sleep and unwilling to dream; I long to be free soon but for now I continue to wait. I look up at the large barred-in window at the twilight sky outside, so peaceful and dark. In here I hear the footsteps of staff in the halls, moans or cries by other patients, the grumbling of the old pipes in this beige-paint and concrete ward. I shift in my bed, longing for my own bed while I try to find comfort in these scratchy industrial sheets on this vinyl mattress.
By Megan Salois 5 years ago in Families
The Vault
The Vault Dad looked proud, although it was all mom’s idea, and as I held open the trunk of the car he gave me a wink that told me we had joined the ranks of all the normal families in the neighborhood. I had the feeling that dad felt disturbed being the head of the only family on the block still watching television on a black-and-white set, but mom had told us each time we requested the upgrade, “Some people are color blind, and they’re not ashamed.” But we were ashamed, my father and I, and although the world was alive with color, our home was all gray. I noticed a brief expression of disappointment on his face when the trunk closed easily over the great cardboard box. He was looking forward to the neighbors seeing us drive through the neighborhood with our trunk tied open, bringing home our new TV.
By Chris Keyser5 years ago in Families
