Family
Who Broke The Chess Board?
Hey Mama, I just want to tell you that the memory of us sitting opposite of each other at the small wooden table outside, with nothing but a marble chess board between us will always be my favorite. The warm desert air upon my cheeks filled me with such content. A feeling I have tried hard many times to recreate, and a feeling you could give me with such ease.
By Marisa Gomez4 years ago in Confessions
About That...
Remember the time that there was something wrong with dad's tea? Yes, that was me. It all started because I was ten and I couldn't take his drinking anymore. I studied the plants that were in the yard and made a discovery that one of them is dangerous if taken or ingested. Now before you worry nothing happened and he just made me make him a new picture of tea so there was no actual damage done but I was a child, and I was trying to protect us from the beatings that we all got, and I wanted to make it end.
By Linda Stanfill4 years ago in Confessions
Mother's Days Confessions
Hey Mum, I have never told you this before, but you broke my heart. Smashed it into pieces then stamped on it with the sole of your foot until it was nothing but powder beneath your feet, you have broken me in ways there is no way I could ever rebuild it into the once pure and hopeful heart I used to possess.
By Melissa Hill4 years ago in Confessions
Happy Mother's Day
Hey Mom. I have never told you this before, but I feel guilty for not telling you this before. I have never told you how much I love you. I thought it would be cliché to say those kinds of things as I am a teenager now. But I realized that no matter how old I get, I will be your son. The son who used to feel happy and safe when he was around you. When we were in the supermarket, I would grab chocolates from the store and hide them in the basket, thinking that you would never buy them, but after becoming a teenager, I noticed that you knew about it beforehand but never scolded me just because you wanted to see the naughty smile on my face.
By Narendran C4 years ago in Confessions
Hi Amma
Hi Amma, We never really talked so much when you were around, did we? Sure, we had loads of moments. We did loads of things together. I would watch you sew, you would watch me try. But we never really talked, I guess. I was always so worried what you would say… if you would approve, if my questions were too silly, if I could just joke. But now that you’re gone, I have a hard time not talking to you.
By Fay Rahman4 years ago in Confessions
The Storm
Dear Mother, I was given the task of writing a letter and to confess something to you that I have never confessed before. I thought long and hard before beginning this letter, in fact I almost opted out of this challenge. I read the entries from the previous years with envy and admiration. Then last night I dreamt that I was caught in a storm. I while I cannot remember the dream vividly, I do remember that I locked all my doors prior to going to bed. After I got into bed there was a knock on my front door. I ignored the knock by pretending to be fast asleep. A few minutes later there was a loud roaring boom outside, and a thunderstorm had erupted. I cried out for my you. Minutes later dad appeared and attempted to guide me from my house to yours. We both had taken this route numerous times in the past yet this time we found ourselves lost.
By Roslin Kae Scott4 years ago in Confessions
My Mother's Day Confession
Dear Mom, One of the things I struggled to understand when I was younger was why you wanted me. I guess I never understood how you and Papa, such different people who have such different opinions, would think that it was a good idea to have a child. I thought this for several reasons. First of all, we both know you have trauma, and though years of therapy has definitely helped you sort some of it out, you were aware that you would pass some of it on to me (hence the child therapy fund). I thought that it was terrible to bring a child into the world when you were consciously aware that you would hurt me and pass on trauma. Another reason (and perhaps a less dark one) was that I remember watching birthing videos in tenth grade biology class. These videos, in which children come out screaming and covered in blood and the mothers are torn from the vaginal opening to the anus because the child’s head won’t pass, may have traumatized me just a little bit and helped fix my resolution that having children was simply a bad idea. My third reason was mostly caused by the fact that I am an overthinker. I couldn’t help but look at the problem from an existential point of view. Why would you give birth to a child who would live, suffer, try and find happiness (perhaps successfully, perhaps not), and eventually die and fade to dust, leaving nothing behind. How could YOU live with yourself knowing that I would face so much pain in my life; watching grandparents, parents and friends die, experiencing heartbreak and trauma, and unable to definitively expect a happy ending after all my struggles.
By Nadege Oger4 years ago in Confessions
Grandmother
To my grandmother who is gone, When I look back on the last few years with you gone, without you in the world, I am sad because I will not see you again, sad because of all the things I will never get to say to you. About the stories I can never ask you to tell me. When I heard about the cancer I was numb and raw. I didn’t know what it would mean. I was scared because I didn’t know what living in a world without you would entail. I can be honest and say it’s not as nice without you in it.
By Chantae Harding4 years ago in Confessions
