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Coming home
Saum's tight grip had left an imprint on on her black leather book. The once shining, and firm black exterior had born the brunt of many years of crying and nostalgia as Saum sought comfort in it's contents during the 6 years she spent training and working as a nurse in London's grey haze. Now, the greying, wrinkled book cover was bearing the brunt of weeks of excitement. Saum was standing in an immigration line at Salisbury airport. She could hear the cheers, and ululating of relatives reuniting for the first time in a decade. No-one would be waiting for her outside the doors, she didn't have enough to write to her relatives to let them know of her unexpected return. They wouldn't be expecting her for another 4 years, when she finally attained permanent residency and could leave the UK without the concern of not being approved a visa to return.
By nyasha tsimba5 years ago in Families
Inheritance
It’s been eight years since my father died and as I stand here by this by this beautiful loch, the memories of it all dance across my mind, as fresh and real as the grass beneath my feet. It’s been eight years since he passed and eight years since he left me alone in an attic picking up the pieces that would change my life forever. I stood there in the empty eerie silence and began to pack up what remained of my father’s life. The boxes quickly began to pile up, until all that remained was one last shelf of books and an old ornate writing desk. My father loved to read, he would get lost in the worlds created in the pages of his books, he would always tell me of the adventures we could go on just by turning a page. Lost in the memories and sadness of his passing, I sat down to pack the last shelf. Amongst the books on this shelf was a small black notebook, hidden behind some larger books. At first glance there was nothing special about it and as I casually leafed through it, I realised a few of the pages didn’t make any sense, but in my haste to finish and get out I tossed it into the draw of the old writing desk and forgot about it. Once I finished packing the rest of the boxes and I headed downstairs and arranged to have a few bits of furniture, including the old writing desk to be delivered to my small Melbourne apartment.
By Amelia Ngavisi5 years ago in Families
Who knocks?
It is quite beautiful in the Berkshire Hills of Massachusettes. It is very lovely, especially around autumn time. Many people drive through the Berkshire Hills to see the foliage every year. My hometown is Lee and it was founded in 1777. There is a lot of little towns and antique shops throughout this lovely countryside. I love to travel back home, but not this time under these circumstances. My favorite Aunt had passed away due to her illness. I had spoken with her earlier in the week, and we had made plans for the Easter Holiday season next month. She was such a joyful woman and very kind. She was a sewing and quilting woman and has many blue ribbons from winning at the county fairs. Her donations to her community and to other Countries were her way of helping the world. And she did. I always loved being around her. She had a wealth of knowledge and wisdom that I would absorb in our conversations. Every time I would visit her home, we always had our "tea" time. "Tea and Treats" she always called it. And how I always looked forward to it. I now feel dreadful as I pull into the driveway."Get yourself together girl" I told myself as I wiped a tear from my eye and stepped out of my car. "I'm here Aunt Bev" I said aloud. "I'm here."
By Wendy Welcome5 years ago in Families
Tea Stained Skin
Everyone always says that I have this soulless look in my eyes and that my eye color is black. What if I am soulless? What if the towers of pain that I have locked away from the outside hold no depths or definition to whom I truly am? What if my soul wanders this earth searching for a being while my body floats through the air?
By Katrina Lee5 years ago in Families
Carly's Steps
Carly picked up her little black book and started to write - Dear Mother, Today I made it down to post office and I attempted to send my college application. I turned around and walked out cause the line was too long and I was on my lunch break. I’ll try again tomorrow after work when I have more time.
By Julie batt5 years ago in Families
