A Full Life_Love Shot_Grandma's Secret_Thriving Garden
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A Full Life
Stella used her spare key to enter the small dark and cluttered apartment. When she would come to visit, she would always tell Natalie she needed a bigger place. More room to move around. Natalie would always say, “I’m only one person despite the many voices in my head and this is all the room we need,” and she would always laugh out loud with her big brown eyes glowing with such happiness. Natalie loved when Stella came to visit. It gave her the opportunity to share her new adventure or hobby if you could call it that. Natalie moved from one hobby to the other before you could blink an eye, s...
Love Shot
Meria, do you know where my clothes are? Like I have no idea where they are . Like at all. Uh what's the deal, I mean do you have something? Meria asked in a sassy tone. Yes Meria, I have a date remember. Which just happens to be today. Bye the way, what time is it? She said with a sort of annoyed tone but lastly asked calmly. You should ask someone about that? Meria asked. I’m asking. She took a pause. Who else would I be asking except you. You are the only one in the room and I live by myself. Why are you so worried about a date you can always go on another one. Meria said. Yeah I can a...
Grandma's Secret
Grandma began speaking with a Southern accent the year she turned 80.www.onedoor.cc Being a huge fan of Paula Deen, she thought it would make her a better cook. Some in the family say it helped, but I never noticed one way or the other. I was too busy eating the peanut butter fudge she’d been making the same way for years. When I would come by for a visit, she’d open the freezer, put a few pieces on a saucer, and set them in front of me with a glass of whole milk.It occurred to me one day that Grandma wasn’t getting any younger (probably because she kept telling me as much), so I asked her for the fudge rec...
Thriving Garden
Children weren’t supposed to feel worthless, they weren’t supposed to feel like a waste of space. It took years of therapy to come to these conclusions, but they were true. She wanted to talk to her like she was still a child but JayLee was done putting up with it. Jessica wasn’t a parent. She wasn’t even a good babysitter. JayLee had gone through the troubles of raising herself, and she really didn’t see the point in keeping Jessica in her life. She didn’t like her, and they would never get along. Both of them were sick of the crap so why keep in touch. They had been fine without one another...