parents

The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.

Her Smile
Isolated, scared, alone. These are the words that come to mind as I stare at Mary-Jane's face. Light bounces off of the droplets cascading down her porcelain cheeks. The funeral was all but empty, Mary-Jane, my father, and I as well as a priest and Lady Fisher from the town's bakery was surrounding the casket as her body was laid to rest. Mary-Jane's Mother, Orabelle, passed only a few days ago from a lifelong sickness that kept her indoors most of her life. Her daughter was a miracle, and now she's left alone in that huge house by the aqueduct.
By Jasmine L5 years ago in Families
Full
Gemma stared at the toilet bowl beneath her. Remnants of her stomach floated around the top. She still clung to the toothbrush in her left hand. Gemma spat one last time, the spit became drool that seeped down her chin. She pulled at the toilet roll next to her, scrunching up toilet paper she wiped her mouth. She lifted herself up enough to reach the button and pressed down hard watching as her mothers roast disappeared from the toilet.
By Scarlett Palmer5 years ago in Families
Not My Father's Son
There is nothing like an untimely death to stun you into reality. Like a bucket of ice water thrown on an unsuspected sleeper, it shocks your senses. It was a beautiful summer day and I was working in the garden when I received a frantic call from my mother. She was not frantic about the news she was delivering; rather, she wanted to reach me before John May, Jr. did. She knew the shock of receiving a call from him would be just as disturbing as the dreadful news that was to come.
By Cheryl May5 years ago in Families
Too Young
It was her favourite flower. I remember all during my childhood the house would be full of them, smell like them. They would be especially plentiful after HE would have one of his bad nights.
By April Creamer5 years ago in Families
The Living Belongs With The Living
I have this hat. Its life has long passed, and it isn't even wearable anymore. This hat is threadbare and ripping apart at the seams. I have another hat similar to it that is still wearable. It's the hat that I wear on my head all the time. There is nothing exceptional about either cap. Just a couple of camouflage hats, like any other one. It has a couple of stains on it, and it smells funky on warm days. (I do wash it when it gets like that). The value of this hat for me is the memories associated with it.
By J. Delaney-Howe5 years ago in Families
Billy's Bad Day
Billy was sweating by the time he finally walked through the door. “Stressed is not even the word,” he said to Fudge, his black lab and greatest pal in the world. Fudge, in response, gave Billy a couple licks on his face which seemed to calm his somber mood. It was an abysmal day at Schroeder’s Elementary School.
By Liam Connors5 years ago in Families
German Chocolate Cake
The moment. Do you know the moment when your husband and family started to dislike each other? I do. It was after our engagement and my parents decided to have a "talk" with us. It was a talk, not a conversation, about how my husband would never be good enough for me. He didn't make as much money as me and I would end up barefoot with a baby on my hip. I stood up for my then future husband and sided with him, much to my parent's dismay. It was a huge act of defile against them. That was the moment the line was drawn between my parents and us.
By Dom5 years ago in Families
How to decrease family arguments
We all get angry, even furious, from time to time, particularly about clashes at home. Struggle and anger are natural parts of family life. But how you handle them makes all the difference in having great relationships with loved ones.
By Suresh Kumar R5 years ago in Families
A Simple Treat
My mother has always said that life is full of tough choices. I still have no idea if she meant to teach me some common sense with that line or if she is just perpetually annoyed with me. You see, I have always been…a bit of a troublemaker. I get that from my dad mom says.
By Earnest Epler5 years ago in Families
A 'Palmful'
I made her specifically measure out what a “palmful” was once. Her voice echoes in my mind as I type this, “You know. A palmful.” She’ll even cup one hand to show the concept with a tone in her voice that hints at the ridiculousness of my inability to know.
By Whitney Theresa June5 years ago in Families
Searching
A Girl lost without her father. He was there but not present if that makes sense. Crack took his mind which took his time. Moms here but trying to hold everything together that dad is tearing apart. When dad is not high he sings with me and spends time with me. He comes to my school to pick me up and puts me on his shoulder to walk me home since we have no car. Mom doesnt act like she is happy when I show how much I love daddy but she is always fussing so he seems to be the nice one. Fastforward my dad had always been in and out of jail this time is different. He may be gone for years. How could he do this ;why is he leaving me again. Mom doesnt understand me like him. Im 9 now and mom is pregnant with my little brother. Mom is struggling alone so my older brother has to work to help. Dad has been gone for 6 months now and mom is about to have my baby brother. Im a big sister I have to help with him and house chores. I even start babysitting so mom and my brother can work. At this point my brothers feels like my child. Years past Im 14 now dad has popped up in the middle of the night feels like a dream even mom is happy. He steps in like no time was lost. I love my dad so much. He open doors for me and buys me flowers. Im proud to see how he is so helpful at church. Im proud to tell the other youth he is my dad. He is healed from his drug addiction and is everything I could imagine. HighSchool is done now Im stepping into the world. My parents are unhappy again. I found out why when I seen my father with another woman. I lost every ounce of respect at that moment. The man that taught me a man is suppose to honor respect and take care of their wife. This man disappeared. The family is broken leaving me to take the role as head of the house. Mom hadnt worked in years do to health conditions and my dad telling her to stop work. Im 21 with 2 kids of my own and the father of my boys is serving a 10 year sentence. Terrible Cycle. My baby boy was a week old when he was arrested. I couldnt understand how the man I called dad will leave this all on me. I grew hatred for a man I had so much respect for regardless of what he did in the past. Its then I realized why mom fussed so much. She had been so strong for us even though she struggled and was hurt. I became depressed felt like couldnt handle it. I prayed and prayed then realized. God gave me a choice. I forgave my dad it was only hurting me. Me and dad are close as ever. I respect and love him as well as this strong woman I call mom.
By Lovinyourself1st5 years ago in Families
Confection Perfection
Taking out her purse and finding her favourite photo of Ray, she took a moment to remember why she was enrolling into culinary school in the first place. It was for Ray. It was for her son. Having raised Ray on a shoestring budget, fifteen birthdays have come and gone, but Ray had never gotten an authentic birthday cake baked by his own mother. Being a self-taught baker and cook, Maria did not just want to make some ordinary cake for her son. If she was going to make a cake for Ray, it had to be the best darn chocolate cake east of Vancouver. And so, it brought her here, at the entrance of one of the most prestigious culinary schools in the country. Having gone through the registration and paperwork online, today was the first day of classes for Maria and she eagerly walked into the state-of-the-art glass building featuring multiple levels of classrooms.
By Jesse Leung5 years ago in Families