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The Mysterious Gate
Rain tapped rhythmically on the window while Rubina was lying in the lap of her granny. It was about night but Rubina couldn't sleep like her granny. They both were dancing with their pupils while staring into each drop of the rain as it dripped down the shade of the fragile wood.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Families
They Must Return
"Give back, to receive." Michelle Liew ********************************************************** The streets around Mrs Evelyn Crenshaw’s home were an idyllic picture of fall- streets scattered with maple leaves, lawns with pumpkin husks strewn by their sides, and the beginnings of wintry Frost building up on the windows of cars.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Families
I Never Met Her, But She Gave Me A Gift
My grandmother passed away two weeks after I was born. She was only fifty-seven years old. Her name was Barbara. So, what's the story? My mother and her two sisters were born as illegitimate children — the scarlet letter that haunted my mom throughout her life. The sisters grew up in a stout Catholic neighborhood. Everyone went to Sunday mass and whispered behind the girls' backs.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ about a year ago in Families
Saying Goodbye To The Other Woman
In the beginning, she was merely a symbol, a wrecking ball that invaded our family and smashed it apart. I didn’t ask what her name was at first. If I knew her name, that would make her a real person who slept with my husband without a thought for his wife or his two young sons. In my grief was a speck of doubt that this was really happening and that my husband was walking out of our front door after sixteen years to be with her.
By Glenna Gillabout a year ago in Families
Dear Mom
Dear Mom (An open letter to my 1950’s mother) By: De Etta Miller Dear Mom, I’m not sure if this letter is for you or for me. But decades after your leaving, I feel the need to say: “I’m sorry.” I don’t know that I even believe in Heaven. I can only assume, that which was taught throughout my childhood might have some validity. Perhaps we all find the truth of our afterlife when it is indeed time for an afterlife. But what I do know and believe in, is how hard and yet delightful motherhood can be.
By DeEtta Miller2 years ago in Families
Stars in My Pockets
The La-Z-boy chair was burgundy. Carefully selected to meet my mother’s needs of both comfort and stability, this chair had the added bonus of also matching the living room. There came a day when I couldn’t hug her for fear of hurting her, but I could lean into her by leaning into the chair’s cushions.
By Lydia Stewart2 years ago in Families
