siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Blue Shoebox
Iβm sure at some point in grade school we all had the same assignment that instructed you to talk about your hero. I canβt recall how I answered. I may have used my father or my grandpa. Maybe it was my uncle. He was a veteran so it made sense to consider him a hero. Of course, now I realize that itβs always been my mom. I think maybe it took becoming a mom to see just how much of an impact she had on my life as well as my brother and sister. Sheβs not just a mom, sheβs a protector, a creator, a friend, and so much more. My mother is my hero, and let me tell you why.
By Ellen Hulburt5 years ago in Families
My sisters strength is infinite
I grew up living with siblings who shared a mother with me. I'm the middle child my sister is older and we have 2 younger brothers who share a dad. A dad who was married to our mother from the time i can remember which isnt much till I was about 13. At that point my mom had the strength to leave her abusive husband for a undeniably great man. My sister was somehow always finding trouble. I'll get back to that later, moving through the years I'm now 21, pregnant, and she is 23 with a son who was about 2. I kept having this reoccuring thought and I couldnt shake it cause it felt like a dream but somehow i knew it wasnt. I turn to my sister one day while were out on her balcony and I start by stating that I was unsure if this happened or not andyway I asked her if she remembered when we were little and our brothers dad was still in the picture and he would frequently call my sister into the bedroom, and I would always try to follow but he always said Amanda needs to give me a massage we will be out in a bit. Now I remember hardly nothing from these years of my life probably cause it was filled with sexual abuse and physical abuse. Anway, back to balcony after I asked this I could see my sisters eyes swell with tears and he response is a question, you remember that? I assume she assumed I just couldnt remember for the many possible reasons. She then began telling me about the sexual abuse she endured in that room, iot crushed me. All these years my sister 'lashing' out was simply cause she was once trapped. We agreed to take our mom to the park and confront her about this to see if she was aware. I remember her working alot, regardless she claimed she had no idea. No mother I think would ever willingly admit to being aware of their abuser also abusing their children. This had explained alot to me, why my sister was always out with friends cause she was trapped so when my mom finally left him she had freedom, it explained why I couldnt remember my childhood cause I possibly endured some abuse of which to this day I still do not know. Some more years pass her son is 8 mine is 6, in the previous years the only role model of a dad my siblings and I had commited suicide. My mother was nowhere to be found that night, she was cheating. Another anyway at this point Im in a shelter, and my sister is living in our childhood home with her son, her abusive baby daddy, and my younger brothers. My mother is off somewhere with her new boyfriend, noone cares, but someone has to care for my brothers. My sister did that until she got pregnant again, finally I thought a girl in our legacy full of men. I ended up leaving the shelter I was in so my son and I could go live in the house and someone could make sure my brothers graduate at the least. My niece Madison Lee was born October 13, 2016, about a month or 2 go by we all got Madison fever, I packed up with my son and went to visit for a day or 2 with my sister and my nephew and niece, forget about her p.o.s baby daddy. I'm playing with this beautiful little girl and as you'll see in the image her head was quite large. My sister followed up with the doctor and tragically my niece was diagnosed with brain cancer a rare form called AT/RT. This shook the foundation my sister built for my siblings and I and I was the nails trying to hold it together. I felt for her not just as my sister but as my mother and a fellow mother and a mother going through what noone would dream on their worst enemy. Thank goodness for my nephew cause he was with her always, he was and is my sisters foundation, without him I'm not sure I would have my sister on earth today. In 2018 Madison passed away after battling her cancer for 3 years..3 years longer than the doctors estimated. Recently my sister was having to be there for her new boyfriend who I might add has made her so happy, but he recently lost his dad. She was telling me about the night Madison passed away, the night they arrived in Disney for Make A Wish, and prior to all that she signed a pink slip, (i believe) which was a do not resuscitate form. Her boyfriends dad had just signed one, so in Florida and Madison takes her last breath in my sisters arms, eventually EMT's arrive and my sister remembers the slip she signed for Madison, and in that moment, that one selfish moment I have ever seen this woman have she stuffed the slip in her bag as if it didnt exist. My sister having so much trauma in her life and still having the strength to find the strength to simply get out of bed in the morning is the most admirable thing i THINK I will ever witness in my life. She is so many wonderful things to me, I don't know who I would've gone to for my questions about my son when I was stuck, or when I was homeless and she let my son and I live with her more than once. I can only ever hope that at some point in my life I can be as strong as she is. If I could remember, who knows where Id be, but she is the reason I'm reminded to keep going regardless of any crappy thing life throws at you. If she can make it through all that I can surely get through today.
By Katie Johnson5 years ago in Families
Alex
As an identical twin, purple and pink were our original favorite colors. Nail polish on pinkies defined the decisions our parents made between us. With a ninety second difference between my twin and myself, Alex always capitalizes on her fate. I accept this universal choice with grace. Raised as an identical twin, we had our differences.
By Danny Recht5 years ago in Families
Broken Yellow Highway Lines
I lay flat on my stomach, staring into the growling teeth of the vent beneath the bottom step. She had followed me to the base of the stairs, resting herself against my back. No one truly understands how it feels to have someone fit against the curve of your spine like they were intended to be a part of your body until they were peeled away from you like skin from an orange. It is a kind of knowledge only gained from sharing a room until you are born. This was always how I explored the house in my young, soft days; as creatures that roll on the ground. And never alone.
By Taite Krueger5 years ago in Families
CAMEO
I am not a horoscope person. I do know I am a Capricorn and my husband is a Pisces and we are compatible. I know a little bit more but not much. So, why am I even writing for this topic? Intriguing is what it is, all that super this and super that, warm and generous.
By Denise E Lindquist5 years ago in Families
The Adventures of Mr. Schnoozle
FOREWORD Nearly two years after I was born, and only several months after being diagnosed with Hodgkinβs Lymphoma, my father sat down to write a story for his children, Eric and Gretchen. I can only assume that the impetus was watching us play in the backyard, delighted by our imaginations which ran freely in the out of doors.
By Gretchen Lindemann5 years ago in Families
Tell Me A Story
I remember being in the kitchen or in the living room or outside on the porch when my grandmother would call. My mom would be on the phone for what felt like hours, but was probably 20 minutes. Theyβd talk while my mom made dinner or cleaned or sat on our outdoor deck furniture. Iβd hear one side but Iβd know the other.
By Tina Wargo5 years ago in Families
A Snake In The Grass,
My Dad was the king of pranksters. At least to ten-year-old me it sure seemed that way. Back in the 1970s when employers still had company picnics, everyone knew about Gar. He was known to sneak a smoke bomb under the hood or strategically locate a firecracker onto your car. He was always looking for the next prank to pull on someone. Somewhere he found a very realistic rubber snake about 6 feet long which we lovingly began calling Pete. It pretty much looked like a harmless rat snake, a jumbo rat snake but harmless even in real life.
By Billy Knight5 years ago in Families
