Dealing with Change_Man of Honor Mischief_I, Jaheia_The Letter
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Dealing with Change
“I go away on holiday for 2-weeks!!!! And…” Garry spluttered at a loss for words. “Dad… You’re being dramatic,” his daughter sighed. “I think this is a rather good time to be dramatic!” Garry shouted excitedly, rocking furiously on his heels. “I don’t want IT; I don’t need IT; you need to take IT out!” “I can’t just take it out Dad, you know that! And as for not needing IT! Look at this house,” she said waving her arms to emphasize the jumble that was the living room. “ For a matter of fact look at you!”Garry growled: “I’m not having a nanny”“IT isn’t a nanny, it’s a personalized housekeeper,...
Man of Honor Mischief
I hurriedly fasten my belt and look over my shoulder to the hotel room’s digital clock that had bright white letters saying “8:16”. I only have 14 more minutes until I have to leave to head to the venue. It’s April 1st, the infamous April Fools. Besides the holiday, it's also the wedding day of my best friend named Ben. The mixture of the dates couldn’t fit better together, especially since we had always had a lighthearted and fun friendship. Ben’s wife Linda is super laidwww.onedoor.cc back and perfect for him, she’d been part of our friend group for ages. The two lovebirds were bound to have a great wedd...
I, Jaheia
There’s tragedy in a person who can never make herself happy. You cannot help but pity, for there is something pathetic in being a slave to one’s own melancholy.I had known Jaheia for close to a decade, and not once had I seen her truly happy. Perhaps there was an ease of contentment in her shoulders or eyes, but as close as it inched toward the threshold of happiness, it always cowered and fell back. As all those chronically self-absorbed do, I ruminated over the idea that it was an innate characteristic of our relationship—that she could never be happy around me specifically. Pictures and vi...
The Letter
“Thank you for coming.” Rachel said as she walked the last two guests to the door.“We wouldn’t have missed it. Your mother was a saint. I can’t believe she’s gone. What will I do without her…” Tears started to flood her Aunt’s already red eyes. Rachel knew she had to get them out fast otherwise she would be comforting her Aunt all night. Luckily her Uncle knew this too.“Let’s go Lorianne.” He said as he gently half guided half pushed his wife out the door. Before he closed the door he looked back at Rachel. “Take care of your father Rachel. He’s going to need you more than ever.”When the door ...