Serena
"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would Ты care? Ты don't even know me."
"And Ты don't know me. How would Ты know that I don't?"
Kayla hesitates a little before answering.
"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea," Kayla says, grimacing a little.
"I apparently never do."
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"I had to sit on the edge of the bathtub and listen to my dad read out the instructions on a box of Tampax," she continues, cracking a small smile. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and we're waiting for her to be examined.
I watch Jamie and Ashleigh play with the small чай таблица in the corner. Kayla's eyes follow my gaze.
"Is that your daughter?" Kayla asks me, unexpectedly.
"Yes."
"You look really young for a mom."
"I'm twenty-three. I had her when I was twenty."
"It wasn't planned, was it?"
"No. My boyfriend was helping me Переместить in and it went way too far. I ran away when I found out."
"Does he even know?"
"He didn't." The words are heavy in my mouth.
"What do Ты mean by 'didn't'?" she asks curiously.
"I saw him in a playground today."
Kayla's eyes widened and said, "You have a very unorthodox life, Ты know that, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda like you."
"Pretty much," she admits.
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"Kayla West?" a studious-looking nurse with a clipboard says.
"Here," I call out.
"Will Ты come in with me?" Kayla whispers, sounding like a little girl afraid of the dark.
"Only if Ты want me to."
"You have no idea what I've gone through!" the girl tearfully screams at me.
"You're right. I don't. I have no idea what you've gone through, but that doesn't mean I don't care," I say calmly.
"Why would Ты care? Ты don't even know me."
"And Ты don't know me. How would Ты know that I don't?"
Kayla hesitates a little before answering.
"Because sometimes, not even being related to someone is enough to make them want to care. My own goddamned mother didn't even stick around long enough for me to remember what she even looks like!"
"Growing up must have been pretty awkward."
"You have no idea," Kayla says, grimacing a little.
"I apparently never do."
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"I had to sit on the edge of the bathtub and listen to my dad read out the instructions on a box of Tampax," she continues, cracking a small smile. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders, and we're waiting for her to be examined.
I watch Jamie and Ashleigh play with the small чай таблица in the corner. Kayla's eyes follow my gaze.
"Is that your daughter?" Kayla asks me, unexpectedly.
"Yes."
"You look really young for a mom."
"I'm twenty-three. I had her when I was twenty."
"It wasn't planned, was it?"
"No. My boyfriend was helping me Переместить in and it went way too far. I ran away when I found out."
"Does he even know?"
"He didn't." The words are heavy in my mouth.
"What do Ты mean by 'didn't'?" she asks curiously.
"I saw him in a playground today."
Kayla's eyes widened and said, "You have a very unorthodox life, Ты know that, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda like you."
"Pretty much," she admits.
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"Kayla West?" a studious-looking nurse with a clipboard says.
"Here," I call out.
"Will Ты come in with me?" Kayla whispers, sounding like a little girl afraid of the dark.
"Only if Ты want me to."
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron айва años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron айва años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Laughing heals the soul. What makes Ты laugh? Were all different. As a writer in training I'm experimenting on the"fun factor". Down the page are some funny stuff and I'd like to know which one makes Ты laugh the most. If Ты found a funny pic please post it and please Комментарий on the pictures.
Now like I've сказал(-а) we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've сказал(-а) we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Показать no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To Показать no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win