humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Post #3 - In the early 70s this Big Old House became my home
Sotomayor 593 It couldn’t have been a worse time to attempt a reconciliation with Tatita and Nona. Chile had just recently fallen under a dictatorship, which made it rather difficult for anyone to move freely within Santiago.
By The Venus Quest5 years ago in Families
A Hypothesized Barn Owl
My early childhood is blurry, specifically memories with family. The blurriness focuses around the age of seven- which how incredibly convenient, considering the most impressionable years of a child’s life are their first seven years. My foundation was beautifully damned from the beginning. Beautiful, because if it was not damned, I never would have known resilience. When trying to access and reflect upon these aged memories, I’m met with flashes of emotionally charged situations a seven-year-old child has no business being a part of. Most of those emotions fueled of anger and spite, stemming from personal unsatisfaction. My parents were unhappily married with troubled backgrounds themselves, so they did the only thing they knew how to when being faced with unprocessed emotions. They would take out their frustration on whoever or whatever was around them, or they would run from their demons- and their children. I can attest to the saying “you are the natural byproduct of your environment.” As a result, I become an anxiety-induced, socially awkward kid and later teen. However, opposed to the voluntary element implied in that saying, there is not much a child can do to change their surroundings. Despite the limited freedom a seven (or so) year old has, I was lucky enough to discover an escape of sorts. The tiny blue barn offset to the right of our cookie-cutter farmhouse.
By Finley Gray5 years ago in Families
Finally, Whole.
Being raised by only one parent and an abusive stepparent is rough. Trust me, I know. That is why I will never forget the time my heart finally became whole and not filled with a bunch of questions. It became time to meet the one person I had always questioned. My father left when I was little for another woman. I had never heard from him again until May of last year.
By Mikayla Wright5 years ago in Families
The Giant Strawberry - Reimagined
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl named Nina. Nina is the only daughter of Elmer and Annie Kantabeee. Nina is a precocious seven-year-old. Her father, Elmer, is a hardworking family man, and oh, how he loves his daughter and his lovely wife, Annie, who has as many freckles on her face as there are stars in the sky. Annie is very protective of little Nina, since Nina is her only child. Nina is a straight A student in Big Sky Middle School.
By Meiko S. Patton5 years ago in Families
Drink, Its ok we can get more
shopping. we were supposed to go shopping that day. Living in the small villages of Coatepeque I was always thrilled to go visit my city San Salvador especially if my mom said the word shopping. Shopping for toys and soccer balls and buying strawberry milk was the plan for that day. The night before there had been an insane thunder storm but it had cleared out very well the next morning so the plans were still on. My mom dressed me in white leggings, a pale baby blue shirt and some white shoes, did my hair and got ready herself. Before leaving the house we picked up her friend and walked with her to a road where we would hitchhike and catch a ride to the city. "Hello sir" I looked up and saw my mom speaking to a man in a yellow truck. "Are you headed to the city?" she asked, "yes, but I have this big boulder in my trunk I dont think its safe '' he replied "okay" my mother replied and Stepped back. We stood there waiting for someone else to come by so we could ask for a ride. A few minutes later I saw the same Yellow truck approaching us from down the road. When he finally got to us he said, "Hop in the back I got rid of the rock I'll pick more people up as we go", "thank you" both my mom and her friend replied. My mom helped me and we were on our way to the city. On the way the driver picked up a lot of people and one little boy and his mom that I knew. The little boy and I stood up and kept calling out names and colors of things we passed. Soon the truck's trunk was full of people and we were approaching a small hill next to a river stream. Although the road was slippery and muddy the driver decided to go ahead and drive up the hill. At first it was working even with all the people in the trunk. But then I noticed the car stopped moving, and heard a rumbling noise coming from under my feet. We were stuck and the wheels buried in mud. Then the truck moved up a little and before I could blink, or take another breath, the truck flipped over with all of us. A bright beam of white light surrounded me and a minute later I woke up next to the little boy. His face covered in blood looking at me, and his skull cracked. We laid under the trunk of the car for a minute, I looked around and I could smell the panic and fear around me. I quickly Looked for a small gap to crawl through and get out. I was able to easily get out and as soon as I stepped out. "wheres my daughter" were the first words I heard. I recognized the voice, it was my mom. She sounded like she was in pain, but I followed her voice and when I got to her I saw her facedown the car pressing against her back and blood streaming out of her foot. I didn't know what to say, I just stood there. I wasn't hurt, not one scratch, I wasn't scared, I was just confused. It felt like a long silent moment with intense ringing in the background. I snapped out of it as soon as I saw a Bunch men and young teenage boys running towards the car and quickly trying to help people out of the car, trying to lift the car up for a few seconds so My mom could get out. She was the last one out But they did not give up. They didnt know us or anyone in that car but their first instinct was to help. When my mom was finally out from the car I saw some ladies coming towards us and they took us into their homes and gave us water. They were from a nearby village and they heard the accident. They took my mom and did their best to keep her bleeding under control until the ambulance came all the way from the city. They kept me hydrated and safe. "Drink we can get more," an elderly lady said to me as I finished my sip and looked up still thirsty. That day A small group of people came together to save and help those of us who had been in the accident. They had nothing, just a few jugs of water for themselves and they gave every single last drop they had to us.
By keyrin Ramirez5 years ago in Families
Huddy's Little Feather
The boy found a feather resting on a heap of hay. He admired it. He cherished its rustic patterns of brown and white, like the earthy soil resting on the placated snow. He was fascinated with its size and its silky texture. The boy had never encountered such allure. He placed the feather in his little straw hat and gathered the firewood for his Pa and Momma.
By Nolan Frontera5 years ago in Families
Blue Tiled Roof House
I turned around in my bed trying to find a comfortable position to fall sleep. I rested my back against the soft mattress and the linen sheets and I felt my head sink in the feathered pillow. All was perfect inside my room. I could smell lavender from my recently washed pajama set and the nightlight beside my bed reflected a dimmed light that allowed me to see only the silhouettes of the things that took up space in my bedroom. I closed my eyes and sighed pleased at the silence and allowed the weariness of the day to lull me into a deep sleep.
By Maria Torre5 years ago in Families
