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Despair
First, when I tell these stories I don't do it for sympathy, I have made bad choice in my life. I tell these stories to help anyone who thinks they can't escape their situations. One night I came home from work and he was watching the kids, which I believe the kids kind of watch themselves to be honest. Sad but true. Again drunk he had this thing where he would tell me to come here. He would do this to hurt me and not in front of our kids I always knew what I was walking into but it would be worse if I didn't just go in there, I can't even tell you how this started, the fight escalated so fast sometimes I didn't even know what was going on. Somehow he had got me down on the floor and was on top of me choking me I believe this is the one true time I thought that I was going to die, I thought for a moment I was gasping for my last breath I thought for sure it was. I really am dying, going out like this. Life really does pass through your mind when you think you are about to die, I was laying there thinking about my babies I had a son that was about five at this time, and my twin girls about three, I was begging for help, as sad as it sounds I had written letters out to my children months before telling them I was sorry if I wasn't strong enough to make it through one of these rough times. I had thought about these notes and was thankful I wrote them. Then I believe I was heard begging for help. I took a deep breathe for air and couldn't get it with my eyes closed and said "I love you" with all my heart, about that time my son busted through the door and seen his daddy hurting m.He jumped on his back hitting him, my son repeating himself "Quit hurting my Mommy" I could see his little hand swinging back and forth hitting his dad with all of his might, trying to protect me. That was enough to make his dad turn around and push my son off, I leaned up as far as I could open my mouth and bit his dad so hard on the chest, I could taste the blood in my mouth. I then turned to tell my son to run as fast as he could. I got free because he was worried about his chest and I grabbed my daughters and ran. When I got to the car my son kept saying "Mommy go! Mommy go!" and continues to say "I got your keys, I did good right?". I put them in the car and said "Yes baby, You did good.". Still today as I write this, I cry wishing I didn't put my kids through this. I had always thought of these of negative experiences, but this was building up strength for me to leave and prove that we would be happy and successful. I was going to work ten times harder to prove to my kids we could be happy, and show them that life is better than I was providing for them at this time. The things my children went through made them grow up so much faster than children there age. This hurts from time to time, but my children are happy then they have ever been. The best thing about the obstacles we went through my children never look at failure just little defeats. So they push themselves for those extra achievements, the don't ever judge anyone because they know behind those smiles may be a person seriously hurting but, strong like they had to be.
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Families
The Girl that Loved Rice
Mei loved to eat rice. In Hong Kong, everybody eats rice, but Mei ‘loved’ it. The truth is Mei loved to eat…period. Before she went to school, she always had a big bowl of congee (rice soup). Her mother made sweet rice cakes for her. Mei ate one or two on the way to school. All day long, she ate rice. It was no wonder she was getting quite plump. Most Chinese people were slim because they ate lots of vegetables and fish. Not Mei. You never saw her without a rice cake, candies made from rice, sweet, colored, sticky rice balls, rice and pork wrapped in banana leaves, or some other rice snack.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Families
DENNY STARTS A TREND
Kenny Foster races into the kitchen still tucking his shirt in his pants. Tripping over his shoelaces and laughing happily he picks himself up and climbs into his chair. “I tripped.” He announces to his mother as she sets his breakfast before him.
By Estella Wicks5 years ago in Families
Let's Just Kiss & Say Goodbye
"Wow, Priceless" If you knew me when I make my post or long text this expression is my signature statement. Which is so timely for the picture of me that my cousin crop for me. As, I write this story I reflect on my choices in my life which could have been a road of self destruction. However, 2020 became a year of Freedom from the statement "You just like your daddy" This should seem like a positive affirmation for me because so many children I worked with do hear this comment from angry single moms as demeaning. So, I am taking a stand against being like my daddy in the area of Rejection which led him to the what seems to be the richest place in earth "The Graveyard ". Think of it the grave has so many people who died with results from unhealthy relationships, unwritten books, songs, plays, ideas, inventions, unopen businesses and effects of self destructive habits.
By Avizz V Wright5 years ago in Families
Trevor's Black Book
On busy mornings, most are about their business, and not overly observant of the doings of others. This morning was no different. The small group of children who were dressed dropped off for school were not headed that direction, if one were to look more closely. The two older girls and their younger brother were on a mission of their own today. The dark haired of the twin girls held the hand of their younger brother, while her blonde sister looked about them nervously. What would she tell the crossing guard if she saw them. Mrs. Jenkins was kindly enough. But she would definitely challenge them were she to see they were not headed toward the school. “ Maybe we should have done this by ourselves, instead of bringing Carmine”, voiced her sister. “No. We should stick together. How do we know the police will believe us when we show them what we have. I don’t even know if Uncle Steven would if we were to show him.” And in their lives recently, he had been the kindest of all to them. With a swing of her ponytail, she looked around as she spoke. So intent upon their peripheral surroundings, she didn’t see the van that pulled up in front of them. By this time, they were alone on the corner. Caught by surprise and not sure what to do, they froze. Out stepped a large man who looked to be about the size of two of their uncle. “Hello kids. Seems as though you have something that belongs to my boss. He grabbed the boy first, then the sister holding his hand. Her twin unzipping her backpack and rummaging in it as fast as she could, found the desired object. She reached in, and flung it behind her in the grass. Shortly afterward, she joined her siblings in the van. Before anyone would have known it was there, it was gone.
By jackie yamada5 years ago in Families
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Bathing The Dead
A few years into my career, I had taken care of many children who were close to the end of their lives. By sheer chance, none of these patients had passed away while I was their nurse. There were days—as I cared for unconscious children whose breathing had slowed to a crawl—when I was quite sure it would happen. By the end of those long shifts though, these children still held onto their lives and I went home to live mine.
By David Metzger5 years ago in Families
Living in an Upside Down World!!
ChrissyLee age 5 Such a pretty child, so shy, so innocent. "To bad she's gonna grow up and be damaged. " Not even 11 years old yet and I was doomed. By 11 The world as I knew it was scary, was damaging, I was corrpted. At 11 years old I started hearing them, now I can not tell you to this day if they were ever real or always just in my head. The voices I hear are in fact so real to me for a long time I thought people were after me. So at 11 years old walking down the street, I could hear them say to me "She's a wild child,' She'll never amount to anything" That girl is on the road of death going nowhere"
By Christina Green5 years ago in Families
