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The Week Before Thanksgiving (aka The November Blog Fest: Day 20)
[Author's note: This is a pretty depressing post. I don't recommend that you read it unless you feel like being sad and sort of confused. This was pretty difficult for me to write, and I didn't plan to write it, … Continue reading
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Tagged CA/PA, childish, christmas, daddy, disappointment, dontjudgeme, emo, fear, friends, grandma, hate, love, mom, NovemberBlogFest, pain, questions, reality, regrets, sister, stupidpeople, sucks, tears, writing
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I Remember The Taste Exactly
I remember a day that was just me and my mom. I may have been summer, it may have been Saturday, or I might have been sick, but either way I didn’t go to school that day, and my mom … Continue reading
I Remember Looking At Her
I remember I was seven when my brother was born. Which means I was six when I found out I was getting a brother. It seemed like a logical course of events to me, even then. I was three when … Continue reading
Tagged blue house, brother, daddy, grandma, mom, sister
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I Remember Feeling Small
I remember shopping at Pic ‘N’ Save for school supplies, the month before I started fourth grade. I remember walking down the back isle, the last one in the back of the store, the ‘school-stuff-isle’ with my mom and my … Continue reading
