And Mercy More Than Life_6:63_My Father Was Good_Blindfold of flowers (and thorns)
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And Mercy More Than Life
I want a life where I don’t hurt so much and so often. I think that’s what Sophie wants, too. Not just for herself but for me. Isn’t that what we all want for our family? You may not know my sister personally but you’ve probably seen signs with her name around the city, “SOPHIA HARBOR for MAYOR.” She’s pretty much a sure bet at this point. Sophie’s backed by the firefighter and police unions and well-respected by many key community members. Her platform is strong for her base, she’s pro-life, anti-drug, and supports the troops. Everyone knows that means she’ll work devotedly to help them keep ...
6:63
As the earth embraces my flesh, I can’t help but recall the moment of your birth. (I’m writing this letter as I lie dead. Of course, this cannot be a physical letter, but rather a metaphysical one. You’ve always had a penchant for the abstract. I only hope you can read my handwriting. Please understand— it is rather difficult to maintain good penmanship when one no longer has a sentient body.) I’ve always derived a certain sense of satisfaction from living my life in multiples of three. You were born at exactly three past seven— but seven is such an ugly number. Brazen and obtrusive, unfittin...
My Father Was Good
My father has always been good to me.He would give me money to go to the store and a list. "Don't forget!" He would say, ushering me out the door.I wouldn't forget. How could I? I would get a scolding of a lifetime. Frankly, I couldn't even return home if I happened to forget....Mother liked to pray in her room where I wasn't allowed. She was a religious woman of middle-class stature. Not because we had money, but because in her mind she was somewhere far away. She always seemed as if she would break if I touched her, into a million shards scattered in a world I could not join her in.I don't t...
Blindfold of flowers (and thorns)
It's been about a month. We've been married for a month and ..... she still hates me. She's amazing. She's intelligent, talented, gorgeous, and perfect! But ..... she hates me. She absolutely hates me. We've known each other for at least fouwww.onedoor.ccr or five months now and she still doesn't even want to talk to me. We even sleep in the same bed but she won't even acknowledge my presence. She agreed to come with me to the annual Spring Festival that the city I was raised in has every year. It's huge, and it's the perfect time to tell her how I feel about her and ask her to give me a chance.We were walk...