It’s always been one thing to have parents against children on topics such as do’s and do not’s, curfew, television time, etc. but it’s another thing when the silent rule is to remain separate. A father who used to work nearly all hours of the day never saw his children as much as he would… Read More A House Divided
She sits by herself in an empty house, waiting for something to happen, waiting for someone to come on by and back into her life. She hugs a teddy bear she received as a gift close to her chest, and closes her eyes as she takes one more breath. She hears the music play from… Read More A Story to You
A “label” gives information about us, right? It kinda defines us in some way or another, to a certain extent. It kinda tells the world about who we are. Label – (n.) a small piece of paper, fabric, plastic, or similar material attached to an object and giving information about it We are defined by… Read More Labeled. Tagged. Defined.
She could physical see her hands shake as she paused before clasping her fingers around the smart phone. She didn’t know who to call – everyone was busy, everyone had their own lives, and everyone had their own problems to deal with. She didn’t want to become a burden to anyone, especially her family and… Read More Guilt. Fear. Stress.
In a perfect world, my mom would try to understand me. In a perfect world, my dad would actually talk to me. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t be looked down upon because of my sister’s achievements in life. In a perfect world, I would be able to talk to my family and friends about… Read More What’s ‘Perfect’?
For the scars on my body which granted me life after my surgery at one day old. For the constant crying that kept you up at night while I was healing. For the worry that I made you feel as I was growing up. For the concerns that always wondered your thoughts whenever you looked… Read More Sorry…
Somedays I just want to scream. I want to yell out the comebacks I’ve always held back in fear of hurting someone else. I want to shout the words I’ve always felt but didn’t want someone else to take it the wrong way. I want to scream everything that I’ve held back…wanting to keep anyone… Read More Somedays
I was sitting at a restaurant table. There was a little baby boy sitting on my lap. You were sitting across the table, smiling and watching me. I was feeding the baby. Him squirming in his seat. I was talking in Vietnamese, scolding at him when he tried to reach for something that would break.… Read More Happy Little Family