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Speak now, or Forever Hold your Peace!
A young lady moved into her own apartment at 13, paid her own rent and went to school while caring for a sibling. She lived very discreetly so as to not bring unnecessary attention to her life. Her mother thought it would be best if she moved back home since she could pay her own rent.
By Aries Prestige5 years ago in Families
Life with less of our tech friends
***Life with less of our tech friends*** Virtual learning blues are everywhere these days....We are all trying our best to really GET it. When the lockdown first started those zoom calls with teachers were always fun.... Kids looked forward to those calls and would get excited to see some familiar and friendly faces. However, now zoom classes are much longer. Kids have to complete their work and show their teacher everything they are learning. More homework and so many ways of participation.
By Sadia Khan5 years ago in Families
Beautiful Family
I woke up to the familiar voice of my dad, I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time. It was currently two in the morning, I blinked away the lingering sleep left in my eyes, threw the covers off and began walking down the stairs. As I neared the bottom step I overheard my father speaking with my Aunt.
By Jaeger Boi5 years ago in Families
The Best Days of My Life
The best days of my life have been the years when my children were little. Most likely, every mother thinks the same thing. Although each day was long, hard, and tedious, those days were the most fulfilling for me. I smile, even now, just reminiscing. But to be completely honest, I, like most mothers, couldn't "see" the beauty in those moments until they were gone. In fact, I remember telling someone back then that my favorite color was "school bus yellow."
By Shirley Belk5 years ago in Families
A Visit from my Dad
My dad came to visit me last night. But it’s probably not what you think. I live in Burbank, California – almost thirty years now. My dad lives 3000 miles away in East Greenwich, Rhode Island. He’s been there for almost all of his eighty-eight years. He’s a great guy. Loving. Caring. Good sense of humor, and always leaves people with a smile. But he’s also the kind of dad that will seldom call, much less come for a visit.
By Lon Casler Bixby5 years ago in Families
In my own skin.
Out of the many tattoos I have imprinted on my skin, the ones linked to my parents seem to catch the most attention. The curiosity they spark always makes me laugh a little since my parents, like most, were the only ones against me getting tattoos in the first place. To be honest, I actually would have never placed myself as someone to get tattoos dedicated to their parents, but as my fathers health declined in 2007, a need for closeness within my family unit was sparked in me.
By Kendal Thompson5 years ago in Families
The Cabin
Bats live under the cedar siding of the cabin, weather and wear having long since left openings just large enough for them to flit through. On warmer evenings, just around twilight, they venture out, small shadows dancing in sharp, sudden movements against the cool purple-grey of the sky.
By Falen Wilkes5 years ago in Families
Your Identity Redefined Through Death
When you have all your relatives, parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles alive and well, your identity remains fixed, whether you are aware of this fact or not. The idea of a shifting identity first occurred to me the day my little brother died. I remember a very dramatic statement made in a “The Faults in Our stars” where a mother was watching her child die and proclaimed “I’m not going to be a mom anymore” or something to that effect. I thought it was heartbreaking but ultimately unrealistic. Then I realized something. We as a society tend to talk about the deceased in terms of the past tense. “He was a wonderful person,” “She had such a wonderful spirit,” “No one knew passion like Elliott did.” So in reality what we are essentially saying is that the person no longer exists.
By Emily Schaye5 years ago in Families
Rw's My Life N Imperfection Pt 1
Hey folks I am here to bare my very SOUL and tell my life story and here it goes. I was born a what you call a blessed miracle. My main issue that has an effect on my life is my learning disability or slow motor abilities. I grew up in a single family residence Los Angeles county/ Long Beach was my home at the time. My mom, me , and my youngest brother lived in a college dorm type of apartments in Long Beach's east village the epicenter of the arts.
By Rw's Random Life 5 years ago in Families
The ties that bind
My grandad was the apple of my eye. He spoiled me, I wasn't his only grandchild but I sure was his favorite. He took me everywhere with him, fishing, golfing, you name it I was Granddaddy's baby and whatever I wanted I got. But my grandmother on the other hand couldn't stand me and I always figured it was because her and my mother could never get along and I reminded her of her. She was cold towards me. She never hugged me, she forced a smile whenever I came over and tensed up whenever I hugged her. I loved her but felt she never loved me. My mom would always say "Oh she's just old and mean baby" so I took it as that. A few months ago my granddaddy died. I took it really hard and after my grandmother became even more cold. I went to see her one day and finally asked her why she didn't love me like she loved her other grandkids. Her reply was "I hate your father for what he did to your mother and I hate your mother for having you!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Crying and full of hurt I left. The next time I saw my grandmother was at the reading of my grandfathers will. The lawyer read " I Randy Lawson leave all of my worldly possessions, money, and land to my beautiful baby girl, my daughter Leah Lawson...What was I hearing??! MY name is Leah Lawson...
By NyQuisha Randle 5 years ago in Families
