parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
If Dad was Around...
When I was a kid, I never had a father growing up. I mean I had father before but he was never around. Before my sister and my brother was born, there was me, my mom and my dad. My Dad and I we were very close. We would . I guess you can say I'm a daddy's girl. Around the 2000's, everything was going solid after my brother was born, we moved to Little Rock, Arkansas, my dad started working at his new job as a truck driver and my mother stayed home to take care of me and my sister and my brother. After 12 years since he left, I always wondered what if my father never left this family. I would still had a father. A father who stayed with us and never leaves the family. My father and I would have joked around like we always do. My father and I we would jam to music on the radio, sing along to urban pop, rock n roll, rap music (clean version of rap only), 70's and 80's music he used to listen to before I was born (maybe he'll tell me a story of what music he listen to when he met mom or music he and mom dance to when they were young.)
By Gladys W. Muturi4 years ago in Families
Going Away
She tried to catch her breath, but nothing seemed to help. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the doorway her husband and son just left through. He was gone. Her son was gone. They had decided it was best if mom not come to drop him off at college, and she agreed, but only because she knew she couldn’t handle it. She wasn’t ready for her first-born child to be grown, leaving her house. Her husband was overjoyed to go with his son on this journey to being his own man. She was left behind with her heart ripped out of her chest. Her heart, that just walked out the door and away from her home.
By Jerene Buckles4 years ago in Families
Midnight Crescendo
I woke to the unwelcomed light shining fiercely on my face, still sleepily rubbing the gunk from my eyes. I began my morning greeted to my ever so poised mother awaited my arrival at the table for breakfast. She began her morning complaints, picking everything that I ever did wrong from the moment I sat down, my eyes rolled with annoyance. Her gaze only darting at me more. It didn't matter anymore. I didn't care her opinion didn't mean much to me, in fact, I hated it. I was angered by her attitude so I aggressively pushed the table shaking it just enough to spill her tea, I smirked as I walked away. I drowned out her yells, walking away with such satisfaction. I slammed my door and played my music, sinking into the notes as I got ready for school.
By Lauryn Bautista4 years ago in Families
Dear Mom
Our relationship started off super rocky. As a young child, I didn't know who you were and I would fantasy about who you were and what you did for a living. I always wondered what kind of life you had that would make you want to leave me for eight years and not come looking for me. When I finally did get to meet you and moved in with you my dreams were crushed. You were a horrible mother and I regretted ever finding you. I blocked out most of my childhood because it's a lot to take in.
By LeAnn Murch4 years ago in Families
Blue Eyes
I saw him in the same spot of my favourite park since I was fifteen years old. He wasn’t the messy, frail old man you'd picture as an alcoholic. He was young: early to mid-thirties, average height and stocky build; the body of a construction worker.
By Magdalena Partyka4 years ago in Families
Settling
"Time to milk the cow." I mumbled under my breath, reminiscent of that old donut commercial. Everyday it's the same old game. Wake up before sunrise, milk the cows, let out the chickens, feed the pigs, shower, eat breakfast, get the kids to school, head to the clinic in town where I work as a receptionist, pick the kids up, farm chores again, dinner, supervise homework, and finally hit the hay (so to speak) well after 10. Wash, rinse, repeat.
By Marianne E Schmidt4 years ago in Families
Haven
It had been a month since she had moved when she saw the marigold. She was at the market, scrambling to find milk to make yogurt to serve with dinner. Her ears had been tuned to snatches of The Bangles playing overhead, interspersed with news reports that the new president- she had seen Ronald Reagan on the television before but apparently it was a new man now- was being sworn in, when she stumbled across the array of potted plants. They were a burst of color in the pristine white aisles and fluorescent lights of the supermarket. She remembered how they grew with wild abandon in her parents' garden, their vibrant orange blossoms peeking out from between bitter neem leaves.
By Kshama Bhyravabhotla4 years ago in Families
12 Questions to Ask When Choosing a School
Choosing an exceptional school has little to do with test scores and trending educational theories. It's about determining the best fit for your unique kid - and your family. You want to find a school that brings out the greatest version of your child. Ideally, they will do so in a way that aligns with your personal views on education.
By Robyn Reisch4 years ago in Families
