The Two Hour Drive Tale I opened the front door, I did not even bother knocking I practically grew up in this house, walked straight into the bedroom of Lex Blassingame. After a two hour drive I was tired, but seeing the look on her face instantly woke me up. The look of confusion, surprise, happiness, and a little hint of contentment danced across her face. I was carrying flowers that I picked from the side of the road and her favorite meal from Chick-fil-a, but that didn’t stop Lex from embracing me in the biggest hug I’ve ever felt. She needed someone. Lex had a hard and long day, I needed to make her smile. So I did. I drove two hours and four minutes just to make my only, and best, friend smile. I did not have the best childhood.
Finally, it’s June 3rd. Laura is going to be graduating from Silas University today with her whole family present. With Carmilla still in Toronto, Laura couldn’t wait to see her girlfriend after not being around her for a month. School kept Laura busy, while Carmilla had to deal with work. They’ve had skype dates and Carmilla even managed to help Laura with some homework over the webcam. Finally, she gets to see her girlfriend face to face and she couldn’t be happier. Carmilla apologized most of the time for being busy, Laura felt the same since she had to work extra hard just to make sure she could graduate with honors. She is and she couldn't be happier.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
It was a dark cold night in December. Opening the door to their house, the den sat quiet as usual, but something else was different. Walking to the living room, I did not hear a voice that always greeted me with joy. There was no room for joy, or laughter anymore. When I sat down, my Pa Pa’s bed sat across from me. I could see the bones through his skin, the bagginess of his white t-shirt, and the sadness that rest in his eyes. On his lips, a smile no longer lived. “Hi Pa Pa”, I say as I walked over to k...
Henry stepped off of the commercial boat dock in Plymouth, Massachusetts, and walked toward the parking lot slowly. He had a lot of things on his mind, and he looked forward to the few minutes of silence between the time he stepped off of the dock and got into the car that he and his girlfriend, Alissa, shared. They had been together for over 3 years, and even though he loved her as much as he could possibly love another person, he never looked forward to her long-windedness after a 12-hour separation from her. As he got into the car, he was greeted with the familiar, “Hey, baby!”
Betty was asleep on the sofa waiting for me. I bent over, kissed her forehead, and whispered goodbye. I felt my heart swell as I gazed at her. Today was Valentine’s Day. Earlier, I had bought her white lilies. I picked one up and tucked it into my sleeve. I felt guilt blossom in me. She didn’t deserve this. She begged me to stop the fighting, but I didn’t listen. “I’m sorry, Betty; I should’ve listened.”
The next week she hear a chime from her front door. She hadn't been expecting any body at this time of night. When she opened the door, her smile faded. All of the kids from school had shown up at her door. They had a overdramatic smile on all of her face.
Are you hungry or thirsty?” Jean inquired as she carefully led me down the echoing hallway into the bedroom and helped me into the comfort of our mammoth, fur-covered waterbed. Jean sat on the wide platform siding until I drifted away into a more peaceful world where everything could be temporarily forgotten. I was safe there and where all past and present traumas could be suppressed until the next unpredictable trigger unearthed a flood of anguish and torment. Jean’s soothing voice and her presence gave me an immediate rush of security and reassurance.
The thud of the metal door brings Emma back to reality. Her hands are still closed into fists. Her body is shaking. Passing her fingers over her forehead, she tries to comb her damp hair and looks at herself in the mirror. Hot flashes paint her pale skin. Her eyes are still closed into slits. She reaches for the lipstick in the bag. Her heart is still pounding. Her fingers are still trembling. The creamy lipstick is a soothing balm for her quivering lips. She reaches for her phone and dials his number. She shoots streams of incomprehensible word banging her fists on the steering wheel. "Never again" she swears. "This is the end of our story," she says. In the disturbing silence of the night, the only comforting sound is the thud of her wedding ring on the concrete.
I will not let this stupid law keep us apart, and I will go to her house tonight, and every night as long a I live. Likewise to what I had promised myself, I went to Lily’s house everyday, and she did not object to me coming there. We laughed, cried, and once in awhile sang aubades to each other that we wrote ourselves.
Just go and don’t call me,” said Laura, as I was bawling my eyes out. I cried all the way back to my house. I repeatedly asked myself why hadn’t Freddie and I helped the boy. I lost my best friend because we didn’t help her love. I knew that I was going to live with guilt for the rest of my life.
Driving home yesterday, I was reflecting on the upcoming Father’s Day weekend. I was thanking the Lord for my wife, Rebecca and daughters, Madison and Caitlin. I am so blessed to have them in my life and and to be a husband and father. Everyday, I look forward to coming home to them - particularly after a difficult day at work. I drive home with anticipation to see them as I walk through the door - or, better yet when they greet me as I pull up to the house - and spending the evening with them. Call me weird, or strange, but I actually enjoy spending time with my wife and girls. Sure, there are times when I need a quiet moment to myself, but for the most part, I really want them around. This past weekend we took a vacation to the Phoenix (technically
So the thoughts began to infest my brain. Mommy isn’t here. I miss Mommy. I won’t get to see her for six more days. Oh no. Don’t cry. It’s okay. Just breathe, Justina. Calm down. You don’t need her all of the time. You are here to have fun with Grandma and Grandpa and Daddy. But that little mental pep talk didn’t seem to help keep the hot tears from streaming down my face and making my pillow wet. Then I remembered: my kissing hand. I placed my palm against my cheek, as I had done many times before, and Mommy’s love was emanated throughout my body. “Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you,” I thought to myself. Soon the tears disappeared and I fell fast asleep, knowing that Mommy’s love was always with me.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
One evening my father came home with multiple forms that needed to be filled out. One was for my mother and the second one was for my father to complete. He put the forms in the living room table and said “I have good news!”My dad’s face lit up like christmas tree, his smile was ear to ears, his face was glowing with happiness and we all gathered together to hear his good news. My mother on the other hand was not that impressed, “What did you buy this time?”, she asked my father. My father had replied “This is something that will make all of us have the opportunity to succeed.” My mother was busy going back in forth to the kitchen and living room. We all gathered around my father, I was eager to hear the good the news. My four year old brother jumped up and down calling “aboy” (father) as we persuaded him to tell us about the good news. My father asked if we could
There goes my dad again reminding us how slow we are in getting ready in the mornings, but this time there was a slight of irritation. I mean I completely agree with him. I'm ready to go.