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03:38 Jul 27 2009
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Playing nurse. Cross your fingers for me that I don't contract whatever this is.
02:12 Jul 22 2009
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17:08 Jul 16 2009
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Curtains. Yes I dreamed of curtains last night. They have actually penetrated my mind quite a few times this past week. Not just any curtains though. I’m twelve and at my grade school. It is the summer and the yearly penny social is going on outside. I can hear people cheering and screaming as three legged races and water balloon tosses provide a wind down of the last days of school before the summer break. But I am inside for an indiscretion and am charged with helping clean up classrooms. The school had decided to get all new curtains for the windows and with a pair of scissors I was cutting away at the aged green, tan, and brown vertically stripped material. The years of dust now leap into my lungs. My eyes are watery and I am sure the religion teacher whose classroom I’m in assumes the emotions were allergies or remorse for my behavior.
My grandma had sown all of the curtains years ago. It was a typical act or gesture that encompassed who she was. Always giving and doing anything for her family and the church community. It was a few years earlier that she lost a very painful fight against breast cancer. My last memory of her was in the hospital. My mother took me, my brother, and my sister routinely to visit her. My grandpa handed each of us a snickers- a huge treat for kids that really do not have much chocolate around the house. My grandma told him that he was spoiling us. That was the last comment I can ever remember her saying.
And so here on this hot muggy summer day I was trapped inside destroying the daily reminder of my grandma. Slicing them down, wadded the material up, throwing it away, and then doing the same for all of the second story classrooms. I sobbed through it all.
As I am writing this it has dawned on me, I never shared this story this painful experience. My mother was told about me getting into trouble, but my lips fell silent and until these recent dreams I had buried the whole ordeal. Even now tears stream down my cheeks reliving the incident and the memory of my grandma.
22:41 Jul 07 2009
Times Read: 808
Sometimes the wolf really is wearing sheep’s clothing; they promise security and safety, while secretly stealing the innocence of all those Red Ridding Hoods that they come cross.
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Sinora
10:54 Jul 27 2009
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