Summer Stroll_The Shadows in the Smoke_Adopted_Lineage of Secrets
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Summer Stroll
The heat hits my face as I step out and I check the weather, 80 degrees. It’s not the longest walk, but it sure as hell isn’t the shortest either. This mid-July humidity doesn’t help make the distance feel any shorter. Only a couple steps away from the building and I have already started to sweat, a milestone I felt I’d reach at least 5 minutes in. I can feel it on my forehead and at the nape of my neck, not dripping but just enough that if I were with people it would make me self-conscious. I tie my hair up and hope this walk will be worth avoiding the car ride with my sister. I can’t help bu...
The Shadows in the Smoke
“It’s always like this isn’t it?” she huffed out with a flail to her arms. Hewww.onedoor.ccr hair had been done this morning but the sweat that laid across her brow had dampened and disheveled it. Now it was merely a brown stringy flop and wisps of hair had clung themselves to her forehead. “I’m always the one royally messing up and I drag you with me, Nick.” We were sitting outside the market waiting for one person to walk out, then the next, and another. Each time the doors opened a gust of air escaped. With no money on our persons, we couldn’t just walk around inside. The security guards put a stop to th...
Adopted
Mariah was just 2 years old;helpless through her eyes when a woman and a man stepped into 'Imani ' childrens' home.Her bright blue eyes as she stared at the woman and the man. 'This might be my new parents - Mariah couldn't stop staring at them;part of her dress all soaked up with saliva dripping from her mouth.She held the womans' hand; getting full attention from the woman. "Are you my new momma? In that soft sound with innocent look; the woman gave her that big warm smile, bending towards Mariah. 'Yes! Baby ,we're your parents - Tears of joy couldn't stop dripping from the eyes of the wom...
Lineage of Secrets
I sat next to the fireplace, escaping the cold of winter, and flipped through my grandma’s photo album, pawing at old photos of my dad as a baby and my favorite, the one of my uncle throwing his stretch Armstrong into this very same fireplace. Our families always seem so much simpler when were younger don’t they? The aunt that acts goofy, the cousin who always smells a little bit like a skunk at thanksgiving, and grandma and grandpa whispering to each other in the corner. It all seems so innocent and normal until you realize that your aunt isn’t funny, she’s a struggling alcoholic. Cousin Jake...