Mama of One
2016 ended with a heavy heart, I remember I actually cried myself to sleep. One second I felt blessed watching my baby boy sound asleep next to me, the next second I got all upset because I can’t give my child a completed family. 514 more words
2 weeks ago
My feeling is not really good. I have broken even before my heart start loving someone wholeheartedly. It’s my fault for priority someone rather than his creator. 511 more words
2 weeks, 5 days ago
Lot of ramblings from little ole me
So thanksgiving was coming up and I was really dreading it. It’s just not the same since 1) I’ve been working for a retail company and 2) my parent’s split up. 554 more words
4 weeks, 1 day ago
You, yes you.
Here, It’s me again.
A little girl who has a broken family. Oops, what did I say?
Oh yes! She has a broken family since her mom died from suffering Leukemia. 959 more words
1 month ago
Coach Pep (restlessinthephl)
Earlier today, I had a “heart to heart” talk with my mother. It is one of those conversations between a Gen X mother and Gen Y son, where the difference in perspective is glaring. 1,378 more words
I know the sound of snow.
Sister taught me how to listen to it whenever Mom and Dad fought. She told me that snow was the sky coming down—Heaven touching the ground with little tip-toes. 699 more words
The Chaotic Mind
She was 7 when it happened first.
The slamming of door.
The shattering of glass.
And broken dreams.
She sits up in her bed, 459 more words
2 months ago