Marlene and the Cockroach_Stubborn as a bull_Leaving an old life behind..._Unlucky
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Marlene and the Cockroach
Nine-year-old Marlene hated cockroaches more than anything else. She could not bear the sight of them and would immediately scream for help.“Daaaaaaddy! Another one!” she would say, with tears running down her tanned cheeks. Daddy would always get them and then carry little Marlene to the bed. He was tall and had black curly hair and small eyes that almost completely transformed into one big wrinkle when he smiled, which was often.“They are harmless, Marlene,” he would say, but no matter how many times she heard those words, they never sank in. All she could see was a crunchy, hairy and pointy...
Stubborn as a bull
If she had asked me to drop the ceramic Tupperware on the kitchen slab, I definitely would have said a “No! No!” Not because I didn’t want to, but that she had said so. She didn’t ask anyway, so I dropped it hard, it crashed to the floor.“Oops! That just happened,” I said, feigning regret. My stare remained firm and un-darting from the anger brewing over her face. She looked like the blight might bite, and I gave a mock smile, waiting for the worst she could possibly muster.If she did say something, I sure would have had a perfect comeback to drain her off her high horses. I was brimming tonig...
Leaving an old life behind...
I remember a time when people used to come to this house just to see me, to take a look, even without a real invitation, and that’s when I’d change a moment of their lives – not dramatically, and not permanently, but changing some of their tired stands to the more welcomely accepted and appreciated sit downs, and always just enough to see a smile arise, or at least to feel one coming. I wasn’t paid for this, but I was certainly bought for it.Some of the other things told me to stop trying to force my own place into there, and to stop trying to change someone’s breathing for a moment, adding a...
Unlucky
He dropped the empty bowl of Pap in front of his Grandmother, she was in all smiles, her brown teeth shone brightly in the stream of morning sunlight. She gave him his pocket money for the day and after a hug, he skipped off to the www.onedoor.ccschool with no bag.He hummed the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star poem along the way, he felt so free, it was the last week of the session, the week of reckoning, the week of cries and smiles. But that would still be the next four days, for now all that was on his mind were the games he would play at school.He swore not to join them to play Mummy and Daddy—too childish. ...