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...chosen for this brutal assault? Why this happened to her? She may not cry but the harrowing moments would haunt her for the rest of her life...
I look at her face again while placing her in ambulance, I see the innocence of a child in her eyes...I hold her hand to assure and say “My Child, you are safe now"...
As the ambulance left, I hear my cell phone ringing...My daughter's call...I pick up the phone and say “My child be safe, will call you back...okay be safe my child..." Sensing the lurking danger, tears roll down to my cheek and I mumble..."YES, MY CHILD BE SAFE"(more)
The following letter was written by a mother to her daughter. Simply put…it is beautiful reminder of a mother / daughter (or son) relationship.
“My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want... (more)
...being a stripper is not in most women's top 10 career choices they are thinking about making. Like most, I've asked my fair share of strippers why they are a stripper and every time I am just a little bit surprised.
We always need to remember that every stripper is somebody's daughter, girlfriend, or wife. It is hard to remember that small factoid when you watch a stripper strip. It seems to be the first thing we forget when we watch a stripper taking off every thread of clothing solely for the sake of entertaining customers. I have met a handful of strippers who say they... (more)
My teenage daughter is a rotten little bitch. She argues with me about everything, and she insists she’s always right. And she’s so mean to me. She tells me that she hates me, that she must’ve been adopted, that I can’t possibly be her real mom because she’s so smart and I’m so stupid. When she sees how much it hurts me, she goes further and begs me to take her to live with her real mom. I’m only trying to raise her properly, set appropriate boundaries and teach her how to be responsible. I don’t deserve this kind of abuse! How can I unbitchify my daughter?... (more)
...regret because of how they angrily responded to a situation before they knew what took place. Sometimes, people should be more patient, understanding, and careful not to jump to the wrong conclusions when things happen.
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The man was... (more)
In the spirit of Father’s Day, I’ve decided to begin by telling the tale of one of the best.
My father was born in the early 1930’s among the rolling hills of Arkansas, went to that state’s great university, served in the U.S. Air Force as a Sergeant during the Korean War, was employed for thirty plus years in the pharmaceutical industry after college, became married and stayed devoted to my mom for over forty years, was active in church, social organizations, and a dedicated father to my sister and I. He suddenly passed away in 2002, leaving behind his family, many friends, and a legacy... (more)
She never knew that, her life would turn into a stalemate of despair, hope and aspiration. She hardly knew that, outside her mother’s precinct, life would change. On leaving her mother’s precinct, the life begins to mourn; over the deathly silence, innocence acquires the probing stance. Her naiveté’s called for comfort, which she was used to; instead, she received scary scr......atches of coarse hand. She coils her body and soul to hide the tragic invasion. The day her innocence cried, she understood the madness of the world; outside the precinct of her mother she encountered a different... (more)
...too busy. So my kids and I spent a lot of time together as we walked the raod called Wakely Bridge Road. I would get my blanket and book and lay in the grass and read and enjoy the sunshine. I think about those days so much sometimes I want cry to bring them back to me. I remember how my daughters and I used to sit and do each other's hair and laugh talk about their school days. My son was mostly a loner. He was really attached to me his mother and I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't see him much now because he lives an hour away. We live in Ohio now we had to move from our... (more)
1) Hold your head high, you are beautiful, every day, all the time. When a man asks you to change your appearance to be acceptable to him, walk away and be yourself. Develop your character inside. Beauty is deeper than an outward appearance.
2) Respect yourself. In all you do and say, be a woman of class and honor. You will not get respect until you respect yourself.
3) Follow your dreams, never let a relationship, whether it be friendship, or love, rob you of what you dream.
4) Be independent, make sure of your own finances, health, and career. Always have... (more)
In Being My Father’s Daughter-for Daddy, Silverio duro de la Vega June 12, 1928 - May 8, 2007Because laying on the bare hardwood flooris too gentle and aesthetic andstill does not offerthat masochistic solace,
and because crawling under the bed to weepis only an instinctive feral urge,it seems the next thing that might do it,that may finally satisfy andreplace the urge to cut my facewith an exacto knife,would beto break something,smash all the windows,burn my guitars,topple the piano,club the TV to pieces,slash my sofas like the D.E.A.,break all my dishes… and etc.,
Still, playback... (more)
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