Masked Admiration_Seven-Year-Old's Party_June, June_The Things You Do For a Forearm
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Masked Admiration
His death was silent, but resonated through everyone.I can still vividly recall his arrival. As though it occurred just yesterday. One day the town was how it always was, then all of a sudden, one man arrived, and sent a ripple through the natural course of everyone’s lives.Ours was a small town, with a small population, filled with people who lived small lives, and worked small jobs. Things were generally rather mundane, so when we were informed that the town would be receiving a new visitor, and that he would be my neighbour, we were all quite exhilarated. Crowds of people stood around the e...
Seven-Year-Old's Party
Seven-Year-Old Birthday PartyI had many bad parenting moments, but the absolute worst was the birthday party we had for our son when he was in second grade. I was an aide working in the library at the same grade school our children attended. I thought I knew all his classmates well enough to invite twelve little boys over to our house.My writing was more legible than our almost seven year olwww.onedoor.ccd son’s penmanship but it took me several evenings to hand-write all the cute invitations. We decided to save money on stamps, so I asked our birthday boy to hand them out to his friends right there in scho...
June, June
‘’How are you feeling, June?’’, Minnie asked as she caressed the white gown with her hands. June dared not to break her sister’s kind spirit, for Minnie was far more feverish than her. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, the virtuous sister had spent the last weeks being a docile daughter, making all kinds of arrangements so June wouldn’t have to. June, on the other hand, would have preferred to make the arrangements herself, for she hated favors and benevolence, it made her feel like a slave. June much rather preferred being independent and making her own way in the world. ‘’Thank you. I feel most...
The Things You Do For a Forearm
October 12, 2000You walk into your university’s Deep Sea Conference - it’s a once yearly event that you are relieved to be let into, since it’s 1:59pm and the event starts at 2、 It’s your last one, too, since you’re graduating this year. Your best friend, who is terribly sweet but perpetually late, trails at your side, checking her reflection in the big glass doors. She doesn’t particularly care about the ocean, or all the weird creatures living in it, but you joined her in Fro-Yoga (spoonfuls of cheap ice cream between lunges designed to show off your ~assets~ to onlookers) so here she is now...