Under the Golden Arches_What a friend is..._Sunrises and Goodbyes_broken branches of the family tree
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Under the Golden Arches
“Mommy,” the www.onedoor.cclittle boy whined, “I’m not done.”The little girl seemed on the verge of protesting as well.“We have to go,” the woman insisted, stuffing the food back in the happy meal bags. “We’re … late for an appointment.”The boy and his sister continued whining as she led them out of the restaurant. Bill watched the scene with some amusement, supposing he was lucky to be childless.“Hey,” Ted said behind him. “Food’s ready.”Bill turned back to the counter as Ted was paying. They grabbed their trays and walked through the bustle to a table in the far corner. They slid into the seats an...
What a friend is...
On this Children’s day, students, I would like you to know a true story. I feel that these days people take their friends for granted. Some exploit others and some leave their true friends for phonies, not realising the sanctity of friendship. I used to be one of those people. My best friend, I used to take advantage of her. It was her forgiving and loving nature that made me realize what I was doing wrong. This story that I’m about to share with you all, begins from a summer 25 years ago. There was a point in time students, when I was raving mad with Aisha Maheshwari. I don’t care what she t...
Sunrises and Goodbyes
The phone’s 5:30 AM alarm played the first of its shrill tones, only for my hand to turn it off in an instant. The only sound left in the room was my chair creaking, as I finally stood up and took a break from the dim laptop screen. A more optimistic version of myself had set those alarms, hoping against all hope that I’d finally decided to sleep early. But looking out the window now, as the first rays of the sun broke through the retreating night, I had plenty of time to think about how stupid that thought was. I sat beneath the windowsill while letting the light flow uninterrupted into the ...
broken branches of the family tree
Luca blows out a long breath, relaxes his shoulders and leans against the bench's backrest as the ferry pulls away from the Everett City pier. Astrid sits next to him, her curly red hair whipping across a freckled face, her nose buried in a tattered copy of The Peanut Butter Falcon. In front of them, Bobby, his brown hands gripping the side of the boat as the waves rock the deck. He insisted on wearing a life jacket, even after Luca told him that only kids had to put them on. The straps Luca had to loosen to fit over Bobby's belly flap in the wind making a snap, snapping sound.“Bobby, why don’...