Family
There is no Time like the Present
Dear Mom, When I think of what I haven’t shared with you, I don’t know if I could pick just one thing. Knowing that I can no longer share things with you kills me inside. Since your passing, I have grown so much. I know you’d be very proud of the man that I’ve become. I spent my teenage and adolescent years all but ignoring you, and the distance from you moving from New York to Massachusetts, made it so that I stopped seeing you. You spent the first 10 years of my life trying to turn me against my father, and I carried that resentment with me when I moved in with him, which made me want to distance myself from you. Growing up, I also felt like I had to distance myself from you emotionally and physically because of your battle with multiple sclerosis. It was anything but a normal childhood. I know you tried your best, and we were both selfish at times, but I never loved you any less because of our circumstances.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Confessions
Shield of the Lioness
You are your own; in flesh, and in spirit. The bounds of freedom have no limits as you can hunt carelessly in the savannah, and dance in the trenches of danger. Your fur kissed with the warmth of the sun that turns you gold all while you sleep to the soothing cradle of the wind. You. Are. Free. To exist, Lioness.
By Jasmin McCardell4 years ago in Confessions
I Can't Live the Lie
Dear Mom, For some time now, I've kept a bit of a secret from you. I'm not your perfect angel. I'm human and, as humans do, I've acted for myself. I know you want me to live a life that you've planned out for me, working a job at your company, doing things that you want me to do. It's time we had a talk about something pretty important.
By Aiero Hanson4 years ago in Confessions
I will Serenade You, Momma. Top Story - May 2022.
I want to appreciate my mum's time with me, even after she left. I miss her so much but I understand that she needed time away from the pain she felt; she needed some peace for herself to heal, so she did what was necessary to protect us. She had been diagnosed with cancer when I was seven years old. After spending two hours in chemo, her condition started deteriorating; her breathing became ragged and her skin was turning a deep blue color. Her last words were, "I love you, baby, I hope you know how sorry I am." She passed on just over a year ago.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Confessions
