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Tender Fruit
We were 16, and he was beautiful. The attention he paid me was intoxicating. I spent every shift scanning strangers’ produce. I spent every shift feeling the flesh of the fruits and vegetables in the palms of my hands, gently cupping the peaches and pears so as not to bruise their delicate skin. I spent every shift searching him out. Between the beep… beep… beeps of the register, my eyes would scan over the low racks, trying to catch a glimpse of tan arms I knew would be stocking an aisle somewhere. Would he be looking at me this time? He almost always was. My stomach would somersault as his green eyes drank me in. Blood would rush to my face and head, making the world shift in and out of focus. But my vision would clear in a second, and he’d still be there. Wanting me.
By Amanda Kelly4 years ago in Families
A House With A Pear Tree
Jack and Jill had been living in their bungalow for almost 10 years now. Out of nowhere one day the landlord arrived and told them he wanted to sell the house so that he could retire early, he apologized for the inconvenience and left. They were left both speechless and motionless.
By Saoire O Brien4 years ago in Families
The Magical Pear Tree
In the heart of the Ozarks, a family flourished in the warmth of their togetherness, their home a sanctuary of laughter and shared moments. The parents, always eager for new experiences, would whisk their children away on picnics, playing until exhaustion set in. But one day, their world was shattered. Their only child, the beacon of their lives, fell gravely ill. Her name was Maggie. Yet, even in the face of this devastating news, the family's unity and love remained unshaken, a testament to the power of their bond in the face of adversity. It was this love and unity that would carry them through the darkest of times.
By Ronna Curtis4 years ago in Families
The Gift I Love the Most
In December 2017 my husband was signed up and ready to go to the Air Force basic training. We knew we wouldn't be able to chat on the phone, although he had heard rumors that they gave you an hour of phone time on the weekends to call home to family, but we weren't counting on it (didn't want to get our hopes up if it wasn't true). I didn't know how much of a heartache would be to not be able to talk or text him every day. Since I was a teenager I've had a phone and I now really understood how much we take that advantage for granted in our generation.
By Monica Bruce4 years ago in Families
Camp Sibling
“Reece! Reece! REECE!!!” The strain from screaming his name so loud instantaneously summoned tears to stream down my face as I lay helpless in the thick bushes; I have sustained a painful, sprained right knee. My body began to quiver as the freezing temperatures started to take its toll, and the robust trees that surround me provided minimum protection from the brisk winds. All I could do was to look up at the twinkling stars in the dark sky, asking myself how’d I get into such a predicament.
By Tish Dinkins4 years ago in Families
Family Values
Memories are the best things that we have when others we had in our lives are no longer around. It's an amazing gift from God I think. My best memories are with my grandfather. They start back in 1980 when I was only five years old. That's when I learned how to ice fish. He would tell me all the time, "Early birds catch the worm, and the fish are biting today, I feel it in my bones."
By Paige Kostyniuk4 years ago in Families
Father-Daughter Relationships
A father's role in a family dynamic is significant especially in a child's development in the early stages. This piece will focus on the relationship between a father-daughter relationship and the daughter's subsequent male relationships.
By Francis Sereva4 years ago in Families
Cinemaddict
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By S. Hileman Iannazzo5 years ago in Families
