The Ides of March_The start towards the end (Part 1)_First Family Vacation_Awake
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The Ides of March
Mr. Boyd lived in a small two-story house outside the city; I would go up there Monday through Saturday and www.onedoor.ccstay with him. Wheelchair-bound, the man required assistance. He hardly spoke, wore wire-framed glasses, and often could be found staring at the variety of photos of his late wife, who had passed quite a few years ago. As his care-taker, I would make him food and help him with his basic needs in general. Sundays, he always requested in a small, quiet voice to be left alone. He would often say, "I need you to rest, I would like a day by myself. No need to worry, as you know, lovers and m...
The start towards the end (Part 1)
It’s been 15 years since that day and I don’t remember much about it as I was only 3 at the time. But 15 years ago on a nice breezy day in the mid of March the world came crumbing down. The sky had turned purple, a very pretty purple, a purple that our eyes could not have imagined. The sky was purple as far as I could see. Mom and dad held my hands so I wouldn’t run away. The purple sky wasn’t the only thing that happened that day, out of the blue it snowed. It was the first time it had ever snowed where I lived and it was beautiful. I looked at it with amazement but for some reason (I found o...
First Family Vacation
“Well this is not how I thought we would finally get our vacation.” she says to her husband while tossing a pinecone into the fire. “That is if we actually make it there…” Her voice is hushed and full of dread. Her husband has tired sympathetic eyes. His face has aged notably in just a few weeks. He looks so rugged and wise with his beard overgrown like that. The amount of grey is so significant now, she thought to herself. She could not for the life of her remember how many weeks it had been. I guess that is what happens when no one has a phone to keep track of anything anymore.“We will make...
Awake
“There you are, cookie” He startled her. She hadn't noticed him as he entered her realm. Ellie had been absent minded lately and now she had been consumed by her childhood, brought by a stroll down memory lane from the collection of lost youth stored away in her parents garage. She felt eight years old again, trying to remember the names of her monchichi's that had been so extremely important to her. Now their housing was a plastic container suitable for a life in retirement. She had forgotten that she had had so many of them, so much junk, why was it still here? Ellie really hated the nickn...