C'est La Vie_Happiest, Luckiest Boy_2:47 AM_Hamsa
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C'est La Vie
Tears were streaming down my face – leaving behind their mark as if they were permanent markers. As I tried to stand, it felt as if my legs were experiencing an earthquake that for some reason everyone else on earth was completely oblivious to. I struggled to comprehend the information that I had just been told. Was she dead? Is this just some sick joke? This feels like one of those moments where you wish that that the ground would just swallow you whole. As the officer stood there offering his condolences, dripping wet, all I could hear was the faint ringing as if I had developed tinnitus in ...
Happiest, Luckiest Boy
I open my eyes slowly. It seems like such a difficult thing to do... I can feel today is different. I think I might know why. I always knew this day would come, and I am happy to live it till the end. The first thing I see is Bonny. She is there like always smiling at me, remembering me that life is beautiful and people are good. I remember the day when I received Bonny, my fluffy bunny. It was my first toy, even if I was already fully grown. Claudia gave it to me on the day my life started again. What a beautiful memory. My thoughts were disturbed by Charlie. He comes to me full of energy and...
2:47 AM
Trigger Warning: Suicide“Ma! Mother! Hey, Ma!” Ellie yells to me from the bottom of the bleachers where she’s standing with a few of the older girls from the squad. She stamps her foot on the pavement, hands on hips, ponytail swinging and face scrunched into a red-cheeked grimace of teenage frustration that she inherited from me. I slowly weave through the dispersing crowd towards my daughter. It had been a terrible game. This will be the third loss in a row for our boys, and the disappointment in the crisp evening air is palpable. “What took you so long?” She plucks her green and white Rams...
Hamsa
Mama was a superstitious woman. She hung the dreamcatcher with the bristling white feathers above her bed, and her wooden bedstands were brimming with opalescent stones brought by mysterious vendors to ward off the pernicious spirits, the entry ways were lined with salt, horse shoes were hung on nails, and in the center of her room was the Hamsa, the evil eye watching over hwww.onedoor.ccer. Despite all her protective symbols, Mama was never content, she always needed more. Mama loved to say she knew the future, specifically my future. I remember days in my youth, sprawled under the sun-kissed garden, her...