The last Christmas of my childhood
no more being a girl
The Christmas gift I wanted most, but never got
Was a doll's head and shoulders
I wanted to brush her hair
Put curlers in her blonde locks
My parents thought I was too old for dolls
So I brushed my own hair
Curled it just so
Put on make up and pretended to be grown
My parents allowed it
But I wish I could have played with dolls
A little longer
About the Creator
Kathleen Anderson
I love stories. I love to read, watch, and create stories. Since childhood, the library has always been a sacred place to me. Writing transports my soul's hidden depths so the world can share them with me.
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The last time I saw my husband, he was in jail. I sent him there. After seven years of abuse, I was fed up. I felt sorry for him afterwards and visited him at the jail. He told me he was refusing his insulin, and food. He told me the shirt I was wearing looked slutty, but it was okay because," he liked it." He called me a few times, and every time I cried. I realized he would never do anything but make me sad.
By Kathleen Anderson 3 years ago in Fiction
The CEO’s Bitter Game
Avery Sinclair had spent the last three years rebuilding what her family had lost. Her father’s company, once a thriving enterprise, had been ruined in a single deal orchestrated by Damien Blackwood — the ruthless CEO whose name still made her blood boil. But Avery had a plan. She would rise, stronger and smarter, and one day, she would make him pay.
By Millicent Chisoma day ago in Fiction
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Well written! Good job!