literature
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THE WILL
I sat on the visitor’s side of the small church where Granny Ford lay peacefully in her plain polished wooden casket, lined with white fluffy linen which matched her white hair. I had stood by a few moments before the service began to look upon the beautiful, wrinkled face I had grown to love through the years growing up and into my young adulthood. Now they had closed the casket and I would never see that face again. That wonderful smile she always had no matter her circumstances. Hear the kind words, she always would have for me to hear. This made me sad and I quickly brushed a tear away which threatened to escape from my eye.
By Pamela Carron5 years ago in Families
Keep Going On:
Its February 15th, 2021 and I’ve come to the end of a long journey and will have kept a promise I made 2 years ago in full. This final act I’m about to complete will make 20,000 good deeds I’ve completed for others. This was a journey that started at age 14 and one that lead me to this moment and date. It’s a journey that I quite frankly still don’t truly understand but one that had to be completed because of a promise I made to my mom before she passed.
By Markee Baskerville 5 years ago in Families
Where Your Treasure Is Your Heart Will Be Also
The house was old and homely, it had not even been a week since the inheritance from the original owner had been settled, and already the sale for the home had been written up and was to be signed that day. But that is how every house sale that her mother undertook went, she never sullied her hands with an estate for long, and this had never bothered Henrietta before.
By Tamar Biamonte5 years ago in Families
Little Black Sheep
Growing up I was always referred to as the 'black sheep' of my family. My mother would always say "you are your fathers' child" because I was always getting into trouble at school. I was the fourth daughter in a family of five daughters, my sisters all looked like my mum, pretty and petite. I, on the other hand had inherited my dads' tall, lanky frame, bushy eyebrows and thick curly black hair. He wasn't ugly but still, I was a girl and didn't have my mums' pretty attributes.
By Kaylene Tangiora5 years ago in Families
How to save a life
Tears filled my large hazel eyes, wetting my freckled cheeks and streamed down my face, pooling on to my tshirt that was covered in food from the baby’s dinner. I wept quietly while my three children slept soundly in their beds. My breathing was heavy and hard, I worked tirelessly to control the sound of my crying to ensure that I didn’t wake anyone, I couldn’t handle crying children right now and I definitely didn’t want them to see me like this. I glanced over to the pile of bills, stacked as high as an old phone book. Red and white, overdue, overdue, overdue. That’s all I could see. How did I get myself in this mess? How did I let my children down so badly? It was meant to get easier once I left my abusive controlling relationship.
By Rhani Pearson5 years ago in Families
Remember to Live
Christmas, A word that generally incites memories of magical childhood moments. The smell of pine trees wafting through the chilly winter air and of gingerbread sizzling when you walk through the door of the house. Something Mom always baked, so that you and her could build gingerbread houses while sipping hot cocoa and warming your frozen toes next to the blazing fire Dad started. The familiar jingles playing in the background, and the animated Grinch on the tv. Happy memories of smiles, hugs, pajamas, stockings above the fireplace, staying up late to catch Santa, and of jumping on Mom and Dad to wake up when the sun rose to open gifts. The day of the year when all is right in the world, when happiness prevails over all else and love abounds. But happiness never seems to last.
By James Asher5 years ago in Families
The Sanctuary
There is a place called bank, not like the creek bank, but a building where they keep small papers called monies you can use for tradin’. You can give monies for almost anythin’ – food, shoes, warm coats, but you can’t go crazy now. Monies is precious and you need to be real wise ‘cause people will be lookin’ to take your monies.
By Denise Raward5 years ago in Families
Symbols of the Past
I was in the town centre, shopping. For me, it was therapy and it worked. I was trying to cheer myself up, so I bought a pair of shoes and a new bag with my last twenty pounds. ‘Why not?’ I thought. I had just been turned down for a job. That’s why I was there. It wasn’t a well paid job, but I still needed it nevertheless. To cut a long story short, it went like this: If I got the job, I was going to uni. That’s all that mattered.
By Stella Kewley5 years ago in Families
