A Loss and A Chance_Same Love, Different Feelings_memories are always here_WHERE WERE YOU AT THE TIM
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A Loss and A Chance
“Val!” “Yes, Mama!” “Take this salve to that guard outside!” “On it!”A typical day in Oakfield. A graying old woman would bellow, and the younger coal-haired girl would answer. Despite the monotony, Val was very much content with her life. Helping her foster mother run a clinic, assisting the wounded, she was happy to be part of that cycle. “Here you go,” Val said as she put the salve that her mother had just concocted in the guard’s hand. “Apply to the sprained area twice and it’ll work.”“Twice?” he lifted an eyebrow. “Are you doubting Mama’s salve?” she folded her arms and stared at him in d...
Same Love, Different Feelings
The elevator door opened. “Hi, baby! How are you?”Daniel, my younger brother, jumped up into my arms. “I’m great; look mommy got me this new t-shirt.’ His blue eyes shone like sapphire stones. “Oh wow! It has superman on it.”“I know right.” he grinned from ear to ear and I heard a throat clear. I looked up. “How is college, Ana?”“It is great mom. Where is Mike?”“He is with your dad in the parking.” I raised an eyebrow. “Dad? He came with you guys to see me?”I felt a tingle in my heart.“Uh yes, of course, why else would he come?”She said, without looking at me. Dad was here! He was here to see ...
memories are always here
This place will forever bring back memories. Too many memories. And yet, not enough. I stand on the front porch stairs and take it all in. My entire childhood comes rushing at me like a flood and all I do is welcome it with open arms.I welcome the faint whispers of, “I can’t sleep.”, we would whisper when it was past our betimes. I welcome singing songs on the car radio that I didn’t know the words to, but always being content in my ignorance. I welcome laying on my mothers lap after a long day and just breathing.I have to shake myself out of my memories and remember that that was before. That...
WHERE WERE YOU AT THE TIME
Where were you at the time? It would have been more meaningful to ask why I was here in the first place. I don’t usually come to these gatherings. Never liked them. Even when my husband was around. For the past 9 years being on my owww.onedoor.ccwn, I didn’t want to attend as I felt like the odd one out. This year, with much persuasion from Paula with whom I had more affinity, I decided it would be good to meet the gang again and catch up with all the gossip. How I wish I had stayed home. I was not prepared for such an ordeal. One thing to imagine a whole weekend of fun and laughter, but quite another whe...