Family
Tears, Ears
For as long as I can remember, it was just me and dad. Growing up, there were a few things I could always count on: Dad’s guidance, a best friend, and popcorn. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones; I know not everyone has a dad in their life, and many more have dads that are subpar. Though we didn’t always have a lot, I knew I could always count on mine, even if it meant watching Star Wars or Star Trek and eating popcorn for dinner. There could be worse things.
By DarkRandall4 years ago in Confessions
We Met in May
When I woke up in the morning, I hazily heard the sound of rain outside and thought it was finally raining. When I opened my eyes, the first image that caught my eyes was the sight of rain pounding on the leaves of the trees. I rubbed my eyes and involuntarily went to the window sill, as if I wanted to reconfirm that I was not seeing things. I saw the rain slipping off the leaves, cleaning the dust left on the surface over and over again, and they revealed their original fresh and green appearance again. The downstairs is sparsely populated with people passing by with umbrellas, some have added a coat, and I seem to feel a coolness coming on. Yes, it really is raining, the rain is just right, a little bigger seems manic, and then a little smaller is too soft, thinking that the crops in the field are finally saved. This is definitely a timely rain to relieve the thirsty and unbearable rain!
By moladda4 years ago in Confessions
Learning to survive.
You are supposed to care and love your family above everything. Thats how I was raised. Take care of your family. I grew up watching my Mother feed and clothe her siblings that couldn't do for themselves. I can't count how many times I had to give up my room or share my bed with a cousin or multiple cousins because they had no where to go or their parent was in jail again.
By Randi Hulme4 years ago in Confessions
A figure clad in respect
I have heard your name from TV, from newspapers, from the words of Yimeng people. I finally met you that day. In the Yimeng Red Sisterhood Memorial Hall, you are speaking for a group of Yimeng veterans who have just been discharged from the army, the story of the Red Sisterhood.
By SondJam4 years ago in Confessions
Mother and Tea
I grew up in the Suichuan mountains, playing as far back as I can remember, I like to drink my mother's tea. A few days before Qingming, farming is tight, but my mother put aside the chores, pick a sunny day, see the fog in the forest dispersed, lift the feet out, carrying a bamboo basket, quickly pick a leaf a bud, until eleven o'clock in the morning to close. A large basket of tea leaves, heavy, poured into a large dry round bamboo plaque, shaking loose, put deep in the hall to dry. My sister and I four hands, the fresh leaves picked less than half of my mother.
By SondJam4 years ago in Confessions
Less Than a Handful
Five. That's how many fingers are on one hand. Or Four and a thumb if you prefer to fee it that way. What does this have to do with my dad? Well, sadly, five would be a greater number than the amount of times I remember telling my dad I loved him before he passed. Less than a handful of times in over twenty- four years on this earth with him. Even more sad is that the number of years I could have told my dad those words and meant it are even less. In fact It wasn't uncommon for me say that the only thing my dad ever did right was teach me how not to be a father to my future children, and that I hated him. So, the story of my dad begins in March of 2021, just nine months before I said goodbye to him. Why? Because that's how long it took for me to finally get to know the man I called my dad.
By Jeremy Smith4 years ago in Confessions
Traumatic Childhood Memories
( Sorry for the delay, had a power outage and was feeling unwell. ) For today's entry in this series I will be discussing the friend my biological father had in my youth. Just by that sentence alone you might be able to guess away at this entry. Allow me to retell one of my most awful memories. I will exclude the details that are not required. All I can say to begin this story off with is that after this moment in my life where I was young, helpless, and in need of protection . . . my own father shunned me away in favor of a backstabber.
By Kim.D.4 years ago in Confessions
