immediate family
Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.
To Whom Much Is Given, Much Will Be Required
It was a sad Tuesday morning for Tiffany White. She had just received a call that her grandmother Beverly had passed away. Grandma Beverly was 90 years old and had been sick for quite some time. Tiffany was devastated because she was close to her grandma. Beverly had practically raised her and taught her everything she knew. This was due to Tiffany’s mom being a workaholic and barely ever home. They did not have a strong relationship at all. Tiffany was a real-estate broker and loved her job. However, that day was just not going to be productive given the circumstances so she called off.
By Samantha Musarurwa5 years ago in Families
Suicide Gone Wrong
At this point, I just wanted to hide from the world. I asked my husband if we could just sell everything, use the money to buy a camper, and just disappear, off to some hole in the woods, where no one could find me, hurt me, or betray me. I think, at the time, my husband knew my mental status and he just wanted to see me happy again, so he agreed to do whatever would make me happy.
By Adrienne Huggins5 years ago in Families
How To Save A Life
John glanced at the calendar, staring at today’s date encircled by several thick, red rings of ink. His eyes darted to two days ahead, even more red ink ringing that one. He stared at it, just as he had done over and over again for weeks, no, months now, actually. A long time either way. He’d been determined not to miss it this year. More determined than he’d ever been about anything. Now, finally, the day was here where he would start to right his wrongs.
By Beth Croft5 years ago in Families
Fireflies
Mom turned the radio on just loud enough to battle the grinding of the old rental car. I had never used a crank handle to roll down my window before and the worn fabric reminded me of my grandmother’s carpet. The car had an unsettling aroma of mothballs soaked in gasoline, and any effort made to cover up either of these smells had been useless. However, I had dealt with loud cars and musty air before so it didn’t bother me as much as it did my family. What I hadn’t dealt with before was an hour-long silence between Lily, Mom, and me.
By Cory Thomas5 years ago in Families
Riley's Gift
The story about Riley’s $20,000 fortune has been told for generations across her lineage. It all started with her being her aunt Leah’s caretaker as she battled stage 4 colon and lung cancer. Riley’s grandmother Lidia was the twin sister of her aunt Leah, and although she was Riley’s great aunt, she was very close to her. Riley would visit her aunt every day and bring her food to eat, run errands for her, and even take her to doctor appointments. Her aunt became so sick that she rarely wanted home cooked meals, but she wanted the convenience and luxury of eating various fast-food items that she craved.
By Briana Harbour5 years ago in Families
Book of Travels
Mellie reached up and brushed a lock of hair off her forehead and squinted at the page she was reading. Glancing up, she blinked and realized that she was having difficulty seeing the words because the sun was beginning its timely descent into a dusky evening sky. "Gosh," she thought, "It's getting pretty late and I'm never going to finish this tonight!" Glancing down, she smiled at her new puppy gently snoring in her pink fuzzy bed. "Well," Mellie thought, "Someone has decided to take a break!" Reaching down she tickled the pup's furry ear. It twitched but the snoring continued being clearly worn out by the day's efforts. Mellie was just happy that she had been quiet and not underfoot as she usually was when work was being done.
By Jennie Dial5 years ago in Families
Goldendale
The sun is peering through the curtains as the smell of bacon drifts through the air. Squinting the sleep from my eyes I roll over, not ready to leave the warmth of my blankets. I can hear the pitter-patter of a busy kitchen below me as I struggle to hang on to the memory of last night's dream.
By Mia Janaé Carmickle5 years ago in Families
It's No Inverted Jenny
There is an unmistakable smell that tends to attach itself to old houses. A bit of musty charm with a hint of aging wood and perhaps some remnants of “old-lady” perfume had settled itself to this particular house. With a strong side of mothballs.
By Kelly Hodges5 years ago in Families
before and after
My father died on a rainy Tuesday night. As I sat in his room and listened to his breath slow to its eventual end, I counted the raindrops as they beaded on the window. He was all I had in the world and then he was gone. It seemed so uncomplicated.
By Melissa Mascara5 years ago in Families
