Making Amends with A Baby_Memories on Tap_Magic_Etched in her Chest
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Making Amends with A Baby
“When is she gonna arrive?”"Any moment, now, sweetie, " Mommy said.“But, when?” I stomped my feet.“Be patient, honeybear.”I pouted."Want me to sing you a song?"Ding-dong!“I'll get it!” I ran to the door and opened it.“Hey, Jade,” Beth said.“Beth!” I hugged her.“See, Jade? You gotta be patient.”“Sorry, Mommy.”“That’s my lil guy.” She pinched my cheek.I smiled. I didn’t care Beth saw.I started acting younger than I really was three years ago. I didn't like to talk about what happened before, but I loved being babied!It's just who I am!”Thank you again for coming, Beth,” Mommy said, grabbing her ...
Memories on Tap
The four of us were so excited! We got permission from Cindy's mom to play inside their house, which was quite a privilege for kids in the 60s. We were rarely allowed to play in someone’s house so this was a special treat. Our summer days in my Detroit neighborhood were usually spent outside all day until the street lights came on, then we were homeward bound as quickly as possible. But not this time. We were able to extend our time together by playing inside. Cindy was my next-door neighbor. One year older, and oh, so much wiser than the rest of us kids. An only child of a one-parent home. We...
Magic
I breathe deeply in and out, my eyes squeezed tightly shut and my heart pounding in my chest as I try to calm myself. My hands tightly grip the steering wheel while I sit in the parking lot of the Greenmark Theater. I hate this feeling. Every moment, my stomach feels as if it’s twisting into knots. Even when there is not a thing to be anxious about, my body doesn’t seem to know it. Despite feeling it all my life, I can’t seem to explain it to anyone else. My anxieties are constant and always painful. But in the everyday they sort of become a dull throbbing pain. It fwww.onedoor.ccades to the background, no...
Etched in her Chest
Breathe in…Breathe Out…Breathe in…Breathe out…Brown eyes reflected out of the mirror, red rimmed and with pain contorting the crinkles around the glistening orbs. A young girl struggling to keep herself under control. Trying to keep herself from breaking. She couldn’t afford to break. She needed to be strong. And it seemed, to her at least, to be such a silly thing that was cracking her carefully constructed mask she had been building for months.Ever since she saw the pain on her mother’s face when she received the phone call. The phone call that confirmed the fears that danced around, just ou...