parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Man Who Walked Away From A Village
Father was a quiet man in his late sixties. He loved freshly pressed suit shirts, and dressed every day as if he was going to have guests over any minute. Recently, he had begun to share with me about his past more after being silent for years. I reckoned he had something that burdened him.
By Silvya Fara4 years ago in Families
Bubble-Gum Conscience
You knew it when it happened. You will always remember the first day you took something without asking. You stole it, and depending on your character, you stopped immediately or continued being a thief. Yes, you knew it was wrong by the rush of adrenaline, and quick heartbeat. You knew it when your knees shook, and you knew it by the emotion that came with it. Yes, that day is a story of all of us, and you have a similar one in a billion different places, and billions of different outcomes.
By Aaron Michael Grant4 years ago in Families
Faux Pa
I was hesitating if I wanted to share my story with the world. I grew up an only child with a single mother. On Father’s day, I celebrated my mother because she played both roles in my life. The story I was told about my father was that he lived somewhere in Texas and did not want anything to do with us. My mother did such an amazing job raising me that I was never really curious about who he was. I did not want to go searching for someone that did not care about me. I also believe that I may learn things that I did not like and I was content with my life as it was. The downside is that I always wondered my true ethnic background, for I am mixed race. I even wondered if I had long lost siblings or cousins that I could have had in my life. So when I was about 25 years old I decided to do one of those DNA tests that tell you what parts of the world you are from. This test was fascinating because I was from so many unexpected countries. I felt a sense of clarity and thrill about knowing this information because I only knew about one side of my culture.
By Ashley Gilmore4 years ago in Families
My Father's Daughter
He sat in his truck, staring at his phone. His call had gone unanswered. He shook his head in dismay and set the phone on his seat, put his truck in reverse, and drove off. He missed her, although he didn’t regret his actions which had ultimately led to their estrangement. He thought about her and loved her, even if she was headstrong and emotional in ways he simply could not comprehend. In some ways, he even felt wronged by her and her adamant silence these last few years. He shook his head once again as he thought of his daughter. From the outside he would appear to be annoyed, perhaps even offended, but inside he was hurt.
By Laura Elizabeth4 years ago in Families
The World My Father Gave Me
I fell in love for the first time at my grade school carnival. I was five years old. I can’t imagine why it took me till the end of the day to see her, even to register that she was there. Maybe I was too absorbed in the penny candy, those bookmark-sized strips of waxed paper with little dots of colored sugar methodically placed along the edges. Or maybe I was making spin-art, squeezing brightly colored tempera paint onto a revolving piece of paper to discover what surprising and beautiful patterns might emerge.
By Joyce Sherry4 years ago in Families
Guy Gerard Joseph Lachapelle
They say champions are born, that they never falter. Direct and to the point, great thinkers, all. Perseverance at everything, a special quality. Inner strength, they bear all that life gives them and never complain. Champions are in everyday life and they are in Heaven. They stand for us wherever they are.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Families
