Food - Soothes the Soul_Versions of Love_" By changing Myself,I can change them"_You’d Thi
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Food - Soothes the Soul
Tonight, it's finally here; no turning back now. Seleena has planned a dinner for her two children. They neither like nor associate with each other. God saw fit to send them to her 10 years apart never developing a sibling bond. She thinks they try to tolerate her most of the time. She is now retired at an old age of 67、 Thinking of her family she shakes her head and realizes she has such a dysfunctional family. She thought by this time in her life she would have a little control over something but definetly that's not the case.She was excited to do this but now anxiety has taken over. She d...
Versions of Love
Small, rounded, sweet, with promise she enters our world. She is loved and loves. Held, cradled, protected always within her mother’s view. She is raised with dignity and pride. Her mom and dad set foot here in our world in 1909、 Here in America with new beginnings and dreams of a life of safety and bountiful amounts of food and money and work. Austria was not safe, so he fled. Poland was not safe, so she fled. She was 7 when her mother passed away. Her father took her 2 siblings to America. She stayed behind as there was not enough money for her passage. She would work and live with a family ...
" By changing Myself,I can change them"
Monday morning, as tiring as it could be ,standing along the pole ,near a bus stop ,Sarah is dreaming about studying in "Oxford " ,changing the world ,becoming a famous motivational speaker and a writer suddenly she is shocked by horn of the bus,comes back to the reality.Scene: 1Sarah knows that she has to strive hard for translating her dreams into reality ,so she gets into the busShe knows her limit,she never let any one to fool her ,she is a feminist ,she never get too close to any male friend and does not waste her time in building in relationship,as she does notbelieve in love .She is 23 ...
You’d Think He Was a Logger
Father of forest the green protectorMossy beard face cradles baby saplingPrayer chain to stop the chainsaw monsterCrying and weeping, big sweet maple tears I take a deep breath, ready to perform the next stanza of the poem I’m reciting for my Dad. But, before I can spit out any more poetic words, Dad coughs and opens his mouth, “Wait-- so let me get this straight-- you’re telling me you plan on standing up and performing that in front of your class?”I blink my fake lashes a few times, letting them dance like dandelion fluff across my cheeks. The LED lights pinned up behind my twin bed are twi...