humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Love Is A Lifetime Of Happiness
Dear Mother, Thank you for giving me the gift of life! If it wasn't for you loving me, protecting me and taking care of me those nine months I was inside your womb I wouldn't be here. Thank you for kissing all my cuts, scrapes and bruises. Thank you for picking me up everytime I fell down and telling me to try it again. Thank you for your warm hugs and gentle touch. Thank you for always making my favorite dessert, cheesecake, just because you wanted to see that big smile on my face. Thank you for wrestling around, playing tag and whatever other silly game my sister and I were playing. Thank you for helping me be the child that you would have loved to watch grow up and helping me be the woman that I know you would be proud of today. Most importantly that you for being my mother.
By Nicole Lytle5 years ago in Families
Who Am I
I am not sure who really could relate to this but I do want to share my store. When I was 17 years old I graduated high school and got pregnant, I really did not have time to figure out what I wanted in life or who I was going to become. At 18 I gave had my baby, right there I became mom, I did not think anything else about it. I had it in my mind that I was going to be the best mom even though I was young, I would do anything for my baby.
By Daisy Rodriguez5 years ago in Families
Pure : The American Dream
Chapter 1: The beginning It had been bittersweet leaving my family behind. We were about to go to America and not just to America but to New York. I had heard so many stories about America. It was the land of the free and the home of the brave. I could have the chance to become anyone I dreamed of becoming. As the taxi approached the airport the nervousness started to settle into my stomach as if I was about to throw up. I looked up at my mum. In my eyes she was the true definition of beauty and brains. Long curly hair that perfectly shaped her beautiful milk chocolate skin, slim body that definitely had snapped back after she had birthed me. She had this exotic look to her as if she was mixed with all types of ethnicity.My mother was not affectionate at all. I never understood why but in my eyes she was a Queen. A Queen that unfortunately didn’t know her worth. Instead of voicing my nervousness, I continued to look out the window of the taxi and didn’t even realize the taxi had came to a halt. We were going to America so my mother could be with her boyfriend. It was a drastic and very hard decision for her. For her to pack us up from all we have know our lives and follow a man she deep down inside new didn’t even deserve her on her worst day.As we walked through the airport, fear started to dawn on me. What if he kicks us out? What if he beat her like he did so many times before? I started to panic.” This was not a good idea” I thought frantically. “Mom, do we really have to move to America. What about Ma and Pa and all our family” I exclaimed. My eyes started to brim over with tears. My eyesight started to get so blurry.I didn’t even notice the huge suitcase they just put on top of my Porcelain doll, that my mother had just placed on the conveyor belt. I looked at my mum’s face as she told be to “be quiet and to hurry up”. I could see she was bothered but i guess the love she had for her boyfriend, gave her the motivation she needed to walk through the last metal dector. As we gathered our personal belongings, I noticed my porcelain doll coming through. I loved Sarah so much. My mom had bought her and had her painted to look just like me. As I picked her up and went to hug her, I noticed a huge crack from the top of her hair to her left ear. “Mom they broke Sarah!” I screamed. At this age, to me Sarah was pretty much dead. Her face was mutilated by the stupid security who threw a suitcase on her face. My mother looked at me and told me blankly to put her in the trash next to the x-ray machine.”But Mum!” I cried. “You can’t take that broken glass on the plane” she replied. I looked at her in disbelief. I slowly put Sarah in the trash as tears overflowed on my face. “ Sorry little girl” said a big heavy set bald security officer as he smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I looked at him through my tears and said “ok” almost so quiet that if the words hadn’t came out of my mouth, I wouldn’t even of heard it. We walked briskly to the plane as I cried over the pain of losing my favorite toy ever. “Sit”, my mum said abruptly as she interrupted my memories of when I first received Sarah. I sat down in the middle seat and looked out the window at the Tarmac. The plane started to slowly take off. As we climbed higher and higher into the sky. I looked down at my home, my country.I prayed for a safe arrival and that maybe just maybe my mum could find me another Sarah. Little did I know the beginning of the my life’s destruction was but only 22 hours away.
By Nicole Joy5 years ago in Families
Black
Black. That’s what the color of the walls should be. Black like her hair. Or maybe just as black as the color of her skin. Once again, her family moved. So once again, she has a brand new, all white, bedroom. A bedroom where she will come home from school and leave her homework blank on the edge of her desk. A bedroom that she will stay in and never leave, not even for meals. A bedroom where she is not allowed to lock her door because she “don’t pay no god damn bills in this house.”
By Akilah Simpson5 years ago in Families
The Lonely Christmas Tree
Meet Christmas Pine. He is this Christmas tree. But he has never seen Christmas before. You see he lives in the forest among all of his family and friends. He has always heard of Christmas and has always wished to be chosen to be a special family tree for the holidays.
By Amber Timmons5 years ago in Families
Parents of a Lifetime
Thankfulness in life in general is a learned skill. The person who can be thankful in the midst of difficulties is a blessed person. In general, I believe we learn thankfulness best when we watch others model it, strive for it, revel in it. My parents embodied thankfulness this year, in many special ways. Through this challenging year they have reminded me again of the need for thankfulness in my life. The thankful thoughts I have for 2020 are all related to my special parents.
By Cheryl Duffy5 years ago in Families
Quarantine Thankful
Quarantine Thankful 2020 While we are all suffering in different ways and going through or own problems, its important to remember that we are all in this pandemic together. Two sides to the same coin. Its like being part of a well-built machine; we all have a part to do and while each job may be different, no matter big or small, they all need to function for the machine to work to its full extent.
By Sharee sav5 years ago in Families
What I’m Thankful For
What am I thankful for? It isn’t a difficult answer, but it is a loaded question. There are so many answers that can come from a question like this. I didn’t have a lot to be thankful for growing up. I didn’t have anything to be grateful for until I was about 15. I had a tough upbringing with little to care for or care for me. Nobody in my world worried about me. They didn’t even act as I existed. So to me when you’re never thankful for anything, and suddenly have something to be thankful for, it means a whole lot more. I was mentally, physically, and sexually abused since I was 6. Never by the same guy and all of them were people that either knew my mom or my family. I couldn’t accept it for the longest time. I would refuse to think about it and would pretend it never happened, only to have to go through it time after time. I thought when I got my first boyfriend that things would’ve changed, but they didn’t. They stayed the same way until I was about 14. I personally became numb to it. Everyone that my mom brought into the house ended up being the same way. They would drink or do drugs beforehand and then be with my mom after. I never understood it. She knew what they did to me, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even acknowledge the truth when I told her myself what was happening. It took me until I got pregnant by my boyfriend at 15 to realize that I do have something to be thankful for. I’m thankful for my daughter and all the times we’ve had, as well as the time yet to come. I’m thankful that she’s here in order to be my beacon of light when I enter my dark days again. I’m thankful for the woman and her husband and two sons for showing me what a family can really be like. If it wasn’t for them I would be in the streets trying to raise a daughter on my own with nowhere to live and no food to eat. I’m thankful that the Lord looked upon me and saw something worth saving and showing grace and humility. I’m thankful that this family took my daughter in as if she was their own granddaughter. I’m thankful for the doting grandmother and grandfather that I got when I was brought into this family. I’m thankful that we have somewhere to call home. Somewhere my daughter and I can be safe while I venture out of my comfort zone and into a profession that I love. I’m thankful that my daughter will never want for anything now that we’re safe and happy. I’m thankful for the family I have now and the family it will grow into.
By Anna Devers5 years ago in Families
Looking Back On What Really Matters
Who knew that the year 2020 would be so chaotic and that we would be struggling to get by. This year didn't just affect a few people, everyone was affected. Some people lost their jobs, some lost their homes and other lost their lives. People get sick and die everyday but I think this year really made us appreciate life and everything that we still have. I think it made us realize how short life can be sometimes, at least it did for me. It can make you take a step back for a moment and reflect on your life. So I'm taking a step back and pondering what I am thankful for.
By Nicole Lytle5 years ago in Families
