"I do," I said quickly. "Want it."
I remembered Meredith's words then—— "You have to want it" ——at The Gathering House hundreds of time before. You have to want to be a daughter, a sister, a friend, a student, she had told me, again and…
Friday, March 27, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Behavior is a Choice
Elizabeth laughed once, a sharp exhale. "I believe you can prove everyone wrong, too, Victoria. Your behavior is a choice; it isn't who you are."
The Language of Flowers, P51
Vanessa Diffenbaugh
ISBN 978-1-4472-0882-2
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Tuesday, March 10, 2015
This was Something Else
"There is one problem, that I have to tell you now," Molly went on. "Her parents both died of AIDS. We have no way of knowing whether Abela is HIV positive herself, or is a carrier. She may be. She can't be tested without her parents' consent,…
Monday, March 9, 2015
Outside was Where We lived
We never had visitors, ever. Susie had no friends. When I was with my mother and father I was outside all day, helping my father with animals, helping my mother with the corn, playing with my cousins. Outside was where we lived. There were no…
Friday, March 6, 2015
A Baby Born with No Chance
I don't know why God did this to me. He has taken nearly everything that belongs to me, and I am so afraid because I don't know where it will stop. Perhaps my grandmother will be next, but she says no, she is too old to die of this sickness,…
Nothing is, Anymore
Abela sat on the edge of the bed and watched the bewildering bustle of the ward. So many people. So much noise. She saw a boy of her own age come weaving in and out of the lines of beds with a live hen clutched in his hands. He was trying to catch the…
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