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He stopped. He couldn't go on. It hurt so bad, that he couldn't bear to even move, so he lay there, in a fetal position, not even opening his eyes. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't.
As she looked at the well she had made in the flour, she felt the tears come. She had been making these biscuits twice a day, every day, for thirty years. Her life was not hers. She was a slave to the role. She was simply a wife, a mother, and nothing else--what happened to her dreams?
Bourbon and water. I sit with it, meaning to sip, but end up knocking it back in one gulp. It's been one of those days. I don't have them often, but when I do, drink is my only friend.
There are certain forces at work in all of us. The hard thing is deciding which we will allow into our lives. Do we follow the light, do good, and attract goodwill, or do we go towards the dark, attracting chaos?
It was old and creaky, but it had provided comfort for generations of babies, snuggled warm and secure on the laps of their mothers. It was a soothing, wonderful chair that never ceased to make me smile.