GOOD-GIRL DAISY_My First Purse_What is Normal?_Friday Night
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GOOD-GIRL DAISY
“Today is the day I change” putting on the glasses to complete my look for the day, I uttered to my-self in mirror. “Daisy, you are as beautiful and pure as your name. you be a good girl!” my mother raised me with that. “I am Daisy, a good girl” I grew on that, feeling like a daisy! Mama told me what it is to be good and I listened. Now I work at a show-off company and I am still a good girl. It always worked out for me being nice and staying loved. At the company, we earn points for looking best. The better body, face and features are preferred, the good clothes are valid, nice words get cred...
My First Purse
I had just finished a chapter when Hani walked in the room. Hani was my favorite LPN. She always greeted us with a smile, seemed happy to chat with me, and she had a lyrical south African accent that I loved.“How are you doing today?” Hani boomed at Mom. One of my many annoyances was that every person who worked here raised their voice with every interaction, even though there was nothing wrong with Mom’s hearing. Occupational habit, I imagine. Mom gazed at her and smiled, but didn’t answer. She rarely talked anymore. “Hani, how was your time off last week?” I asked.I worked hard to get to kno...
What is Normal?
What is normal ? Who defines such a thing? Webster dictionary describes normal as an example of a pattern doing the same thing , routine , this is normal. But in comparison the definition of Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. How could two opposite descriptive words ,who define all humanity have similar definitions,but oppose each other . So are those that expose themselves to be normal , really have the correct definition of what normal is? As an introvert, I have often been labeled as unbalanced or not normal . It's not normal for me to want to be alo...
Friday Night
The dizzying chirping of her cell phone ringing jolted Miya out of the spreadsheet that had been blurring in front of her eyes. Her hand darted off the keyboard and silenced the ringer, shoulders relaxing when she saw Kali’s familiar name and grinning face on the screen.“Hey,” she whispered, conscious of her place in a cubicle among other cubicles, even though by 6:30pm on Friday most of the other research assistants had left.“Hi! What are you doing tonight? Want to come to Jelly Bar with me and Lea and a few of her friends? She wwww.onedoor.ccent last week and said it was really fun and there were TONS of...