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Father's Day
Father's Day Baker and Leena hold hands as they walk through the Tate Park Mall. Little Ronald and Tina are just steps in front of them laughing, playing and holding slushies in their small palms. Ronald's lips are red due to cherry dye from the drink.
By Irene Cbiztv Washington6 years ago in Families
The Close Call
Have you ever had something so life changing happen but almost miss it? Well that was one of the most craziest moments of my life, but I’m getting ahead of myself. It was October, the blazing heat of the sun shined upon my family and I as we had a pool party in our backyard. Suddenly, my brother and his girlfriend said that they had a special announcement:They were having a baby! I was so excited because since I was the youngest among four children, I didn’t have any younger sisters or brothers to hang out with. Since I was only ten at the time, I was as happy as a child opening presents on Christmas morning. I was going to be an aunt and this life changing event head on.
By Shennelle Person6 years ago in Families
The Fear Within
The Fear within By Charlene Dawkins It was summertime, the best time of the year for my sister and me. I opened up the creamy white curtains as it blushes through my narrow fingers. Just then, Tita walked into the room; it engulfed with the sun shinny through the thin curtains. “It looks like someone is happy today,” uttered Tita, giving me a sly smile, I swaggered slowly walked towards her, while brushing beside her plump body with the pleasant smell of Jergens lotion. “I’ll be back,” I assured her.
By Charlene Dawkins6 years ago in Families
A flashback.... to... lock down....
This picture was the most normal that we had ever been since the lock down happened..It was a memorable day as our elder daughter Chynella Payne graduated from the air force, a long awaited one.We had our first flight after nearly five years from when we had immigrated to the U.S.A. Kevin my husband had everything pre planned so we would have a smooth ,safe and fun journey.When we landed in Texas , I felt a sense of calm ,as I was looking forward to giving our older daughter a long awaited hug. you Shantell our younger girl was very excited too as she loved travelling and this was a mini holiday for all of as a family..The day was sunny and beautiful and it felt great,as we looked out the window of our rented fancy car as the warm and cool breeze kissed our faces making it all surreal.
By Jacqueline Payne6 years ago in Families
Something Deep Down
Do you ever sit there and ask yourself why am I who I am? Why was I placed in this skin that I hate so much? I cant stand myself sometimes. I want to switch places with someone else. Why wasn't I born with glowing skin and zero fat? Why don't I have a shining personality? Why do I feel like an outcast everywhere I go?
By Melonie Allen6 years ago in Families
Life is good ... until it's not.
My first memory is the first time I saw my baby brother when he came home from the hospital. I was exactly 3 years and 16 days old. I had no idea how much my life would change. From what I've been told, I stayed with my mother's parents while Mama was in the hospital having a baby. I distinctly remember standing on a chair so that I could reach the telephone to talk to Daddy. Apparently the "thing" was over, and I had a baby brother. I remember thinking, "Not yet, I don't." Being the only granddaughter on my mother's side of the family and the oldest granddaughter on my father's side of the family had made me quite spoiled. I believed I would have the last word on whether or not the baby would stay or not. no My grandparents wrapped me up in a winter coat, toboggan and mittens. It was December 16, 1968 after all and a typical North Caroline winter day ... cold! This is where my memory begins .... I distinctly remember seeing my mother, my father and a white wicker basket in the doorway to my parents' bedroom. The only thing I can remember about my father is a huge smile o his face that I thought made him look goofy and it quickly crossed my mind that I had never seen Daddy look that happy. "Oh no, this is not going to be good, is it," I thought to myself. Mama was wearing a yellow silk nightgown covered by a matching yellow housecoat. I quickly looked under the bassinet to see if she also had on yellow bedroom slippers. She did. From that moment on yellow became a significant color in my life but that's another story. When I finally looked at Mama, she actually looked scared. She was looking directly at me, and I think both of us were holding our breath. I realized just how important this moment was to my mother, and I knew I didn't want to disappoint her. I wanted her to still love me as much as she loved whatever was lying in that bassinet. The walk down the hall towards Mama and Daddy was one of the longest walks in my life. I wanted to hug Mama but the bassinet was between me and the woman who was my mother first. Strike one. "It" was already coming between me and my mom, and I wasn't a happy camper. I stopped walking and took off my mittens, which were clipped to my coat sleeves. I don't remember anyone saying a word. I looked at Daddy who was still grinning like he was singlehandedly populating the world. I looked at Mama who looked like she ate something bad. Her hair was perfect, and she had put on lipstick. I knew at that moment that my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I would do anything ... anything ... to make sure she never stopped loving me. I, then, walked to the side of the bassinet. The baby looked more like a hairless rat than a human baby. He was so little. And his face was all screwed up like he was trying to laugh and cry at the same time but no sound was coming out. "Pew, what's wrong with it," I thought. He was wearing a tiny T-shirt with funny looking sleeves and a cloth diaper that looked big enough to use as a blanket. He was red all over, especially his screwed up little face. He was waving his arms and legs around as if he were trying to stop himself from falling. I leaned over him and sniffed. "He smells good, like a new toy," I thought, "Maybe this won't be so bad after all." I got up the nerve to touch him. I slowly moved one finger towards him and my mom reached out her hand as if to stop me. After making eye contact with each other, Mama stepped back but I knew that she was watching me ... and that she would be watching me for the rest of my life as long as "it" was in the same room. I lightly touched the baby on his left arm. Nothing. He didn't look at me or stop squirming. I don't know what I was expecting to happen but that definitely wasn't it. So, I tried again. I touched his leg, holding my finger against his soft skin just a little longer this time. For a split second, the baby stopped squirming. Even though he didn't look at me, I knew he felt my touch. I felt the adults in the room make a collective sigh of relief. But, I wasn't finished yet. I remember putting my mittens back on and when I had rearranged my mittens and clothes, I said ... as if I were the Queen of England ... "Okay, you can take him back now. I want a sister." I was being obstinate and knew it, and I didn't care. No one asked me how I felt about having another child in the house, and I decided that I wanted my mother and father all to myself. I shyly looked up at Mama to see her reaction. She looked hurt, and I felt like a monster. Still smiling like a maniacal clown at the rodeo, Daddy said that taking the baby back wasn't an option. I knew from the tone of his voice, if not the expression on his face, that I better not press my luck.
By Lori Pennington Warren6 years ago in Families
i long for this day...
i absolutely love having my children and husband home with me..i am disabled and in chronic pain all over, so to me it means feeling a little safer and able to ask for help with more and having more meals,and cups of tea made for me which allows my body to rest more than it would when they were at work or school.
By Donna Bolch6 years ago in Families
