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The Drawbacks of Being an Only Child
I wish I had siblings. Not for the reasons people tend to think though. I didn't have a lonely childhood. I wasn't the weird outcast kid everyone bullied at school. I didn't hate my life growing up. I had good groups of friends. I was generally well-liked, despite my obvious obtuse ignorance to it back then. I had a good childhood. I have good parents. I was a happy kid with a normal life.
By Cora Mack5 years ago in Families
Happy weekend
It's another weekend, a full and busy weekend. I will stay with my family at home this weekend. There are things to do every day, with his wife, with his son, with his daughter, cooking, shopping, shopping, washing dishes, etc. It is the life of a family.
By Bun bun svz5 years ago in Families
Thick as Thieves
Small towns are so much different than cities. Growing up in Puyallup I didn't consider my town to be a city, not until I lived in Jerome Idaho. We had one mascot for the entire town, The "TIGERS!" We had two neighborhoods that were considered "in town", the rest were rural homesteads and fancy houses in their own little world by the golf course. The roads were all grid pattern, we had one gas station, one grocery store, one bank and a post office. Plus all the little shops "downtown" off of Main St.
By Jordann Lee Myhre5 years ago in Families
My Life As I Know It
Not long after I turned 14 and my mom went to jail again, my dad was contacted to come get my sisters and me or else we would go into foster care. So he came and got us and had to hear about all the times that we were left alone and everything else. I had to leave all my friends behind that had my back no matter what. They would bring us food, keep me company when my anxieties would get too bad, and when my older sister moved out to be with her then boyfriend and father to her 2 oldest kids. They were my rocks and I had to leave them because my mom messed up AGAIN?!
By Lacey Cohran Kines5 years ago in Families
A Daddy For ME
We were born to a man who did but perhaps should never have sired children. My sister and I, his first children. Our parents met when they were both very young themselves. My mother, a girl of eighteen years in her first job as a teacher. My father, nineteen, and a teacher as well.
By JustPene5 years ago in Families
Diary of a Farm Girl
Diary of a Farm Girl Monday — I’ve been a lot of places. Rocked on the front porch swing in the Arkansas summer heat. I’ve tasted Smoky Mountain rain as I scaled the treetop ropes under twinkle lights. I have all but touched a Colorado elk in the wild. Still, there isn’t anything that comes close to a crisp Fall in Kansas. It tugs on one’s heart strings to hear the crunching of leaves underfoot. Crisp air biting at your nose, as it cleanses your lungs. Breathtaking views of endless hues, as maples and oaks say goodbye to Summer. Watching smoke roll from rooftops as you drive by homes. Watching as birds flutter in search of last bits of fruit and seed. You can feel the cozy and the peace. Everything else in the world can feel unstable, but when you’re standing on the blessed ground of Kansas in the fall… all is still. Pure bliss.
By Brittany Pennel5 years ago in Families
Open Letters to My Mama – Letter One
Earlier this year, I wrote my Mama a letter. I miss letters. I think they’re a skill that we are losing, and I think that’s sad. Letters are personal and let you say things that you can’t in a text, or even over the phone. My Mama is the most beautiful woman I know and she’s amazing, but she has no self-confidence and doesn’t realise how wonderful she really is. So, I’m writing this open letter, so the world has access to seeing just how much she means to me.
By Rebecca Smith5 years ago in Families
If you will have me
As I look out my window I see the amber light of the setting sun giving light to the dying leaves that softly and almost majestically twirl their way down to their final resting place. My swollen belly moves like something out of a sci-fi movie, and thought it hurts a little, it makes me smile. Every breath I take, like a ghost, gets trapped on the glass like another piece of my soul that is now gone. I begin to think of these past few months.
By Melissa Silerio5 years ago in Families
Triplets
Triplets This is a story of a family of 2, a man and his loving wife. They have been married for a year and they have not spent more than a day apart. They started out as friends and after the 2 splits from their previous partners they decided that that they needed to be together. It was always the dream of theirs to have and raise a family together, so the news of a baby was welcomed by all. It was not until the first ultrasound that things began to fall. “Three heartbeats!” Exclaimed the doctor. A sense of excitement filled the mind of the wife, but the opposite feeling of dread overwhelmed the husband. “3 Kids is too much at one time.” Was his initial thought after going over their finances in his head. The wife, sensing his mood change, looked over at her husband with concern. She knew that look but had only seen it when he was experiencing stomach discomfort. She reached for him, but he pulled back. The doctor looked confused as the husband got up and walked out of the room. The wife, still on the bed, called out for her protector as his pace picked up down the hall. This was unexpected. The husband did not waste time getting on the elevator deciding on the stairwell. Full of adrenaline and fear, he took multiple steps at a time. Fleeing out the front sliding doors, his only thoughts were not of his wife and his soon to be born triplets, but of his own survival. He picked up his travel bag from the house, he did not consult his friends or family, he instead booked a flight to …
By DJ Hayward5 years ago in Families
Graduation Nightmare
For many years, I've tried to write a book. My life has been a series of disasters from the beginning and I have a hard time talking about it, because it seems like fiction or something. I could never make up any of this stuff but I admit it is all quite odd. Also, I can never figure out where to begin. The beginning started before I was born, and there were a lot of things I didn't know until two years ago. So, I'll start in the middle.
By Kesha Moore5 years ago in Families
Whose hands are these?
Trends sweep the nation like a cold front -- fidget spinners, ice bucket challenges, you name it. They all come and go, leaving little to no effect on most people. That is, until the trend of DNA testing.
By Tyler H5 years ago in Families
Dr. Seuss and Me
I can remember wanting to be able to read at the age of two as I gazed longingly at the bookshelf in our living room. Watching my mother's face as she read the books in the small library she owned courtesy of The Doubleday Book Club inspired me to emulate her and learn to read books. Whatever was contained in those mysterious tomes moved her to make faces that revealed both her interest and the emotions the words evoked within her. My mother looked so elegantly, beautiful as she sat quietly reading her beloved stories.
By Lizabeth Brooks5 years ago in Families