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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Grateful's Daughter
Grateful’s Daughter Tallulah ‘Lula’ Anne or L.A. as she preferred to be called, always considered herself a west coast girl. Her mother and her mother’s people had grown up in California and she never thought she’d leave the sunshine and sunny dispositions. It was not until her 18th birthday, the month before her college applications were due and she received a letter and package from her father --a man that she had heard of, never met, never known, and ever only imagined meeting, that she ever considered heading east.
By Jaymi Thomas5 years ago in Families
Inheritance to Love
Love healed my heart; I didn’t know how broken it truly was till one day I received a phone call which changed my life forever. The voice was deep and he said he was lawyer and he was searching for me, why me I asked, he said I have something that has been left to you by your Father, by my Father I blurted out I don’t even know him, this voice confirmed my name and I said yes, then he said where I was born, he knew my mother’s name and by now I’m freaking out inside, I said frantically “Yes, Yes, Yes”, I believed this whole thing was weird, so I jumped into asking what do you want, he then asked for my email so he could send me all the info and then I was to contact him to set up an appointment to collect what was mine, what was mine I thought, he said my father had left me an inheritance, I replied emotionally wreaked “ok ok, I will look it over”.
By Zoe Hethershaw5 years ago in Families
Begin Anew
My hands pounding onto my chest. That’s what awakens me. Fingers clawing at my throat. The stank, tangy metal taste of blood. Through the bubbling pain in my chest my senses ache for relief, and as violent shivers overcome my body, my mind is apart. Floating and thinking, a separate entity from myself. I am slowly losing … focus…The pain intensifies, clutching at the corners of my mind…I— WHOOOSHHHHH. Who knew clarity could make such a sound? IIIIIIIEEEEEEEHHHHHH. Inhale. My body floods with oxygen.
By Rissaile Mouajou-Kenfack5 years ago in Families
$20,000 Under the Sea
The empty room hung in limbo. In only a few days, eighteen years of memories had been reduced to a bed frame, barren mattress, and three cardboard boxes. Tiny pinholes from long-removed posters dotted the walls. Scuffs and scratches from roller blades, soccer cleats, and pretend pirate swords crisscrossed the wooden floor.
By Laura Wilcox5 years ago in Families
A Study in Family Dynamics
Even though Haley knew it was a trick – that it could only be another scam – her hands still shook and her mouth went dry as she stared at her phone. She turned back to her computer. She didn’t owe him anything, especially after what he’d pulled at Christmas. The phone buzzed again and Haley gave it a sour look. Of course, her brother wanted to talk right now. She swiped huffily at the screen.
By Pauline Balogun5 years ago in Families
Moleskine
Nick never thought he could ever have a life, where he was not constantly looked down upon or ridiculed or mocked. he was always the misfit, the mistake, the loser. As an only child, a loner, Nick never seemed to learn the art of socializing, and had a hard time making friends.
By Nick Pommells5 years ago in Families
Silver, soil and spirit
The first time I saw my father was across a ravine. Skinny legs in muddy running shoes straining under the weight of a metal framed pack. Body bent forward and thumbs resting under his shoulder straps, he dipped and shuffled his way down the steep rooted path.
By Kaitlan Murphy5 years ago in Families
Daddy's Little Black Book
“It was a lovely service”, at least that’s what everybody said. My relationship with my father was what I would call “estranged to the 10th power.” He left my mother, brother & me when I was 5 years old. He resurfaced for a year when I was 13, then disappeared into the shadows again. He called me on my 21st birthday. The next time I talked to him I was in my late 20’s and married with a child of my own. I am not sharing this information with you to garner any sympathy. I am merely trying to give you context, so you can truly understand the “wow” factor of this story.
By Terri Byrd5 years ago in Families
