17 Sound of silence
December 10, 2009
“Good morning, dear. Coffee’s on the table and the eggs are almost done.”
“Good morning. Ah Thank you.”
“Annabelle sure is growing up fast.”
“Yes…”
“Pretty soon she’ll be off to college!”
“About that…I was hoping that maybe she could be home schooled instead…”
“What for?”
“I don’t know that you’ve noticed, but she’s different.”
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6. Steve Clark
December 7, 2009
Layla looked over her newborn baby and thought:
When I was younger, we had a boy in our class who was handicapped. He had walked with a strange limp because of an accident when he was younger (or so they say). I felt sorry for him because he didn’t have any friends. Most kids avoided him because they thought they might catch whatever he had. A part of me wanted to keep him company, but I knew better than that. If I associated with him, they would treat me the same way. So I did what everyone else did: ignored him…
Maybe this is my punishment for my actions then.
“Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.”- Chuck Palahniuk
4. Resonance can break glass
December 7, 2009
I didn’t want to wake up from my dream. The perfect dream that I had envisioned since I was a young girl. The perfect dream that I had when I married Tom 2 years ago. I thought life was going to be exactly as I had seen it in my dreams. I never expected this to happen. What did I do to deserve this? I was good person. I gave to the poor, I helped everyone in need. Why was I being punished? Why me? I can’t accept that thing as my so called baby. I refuse to accept it. It’s not mine. It never will be mine. I don’t care what the doctors say, that can’t possibly be human…
When I was five, I broke my mother’s favorite wine glass. At first, she was very angry and upset. I felt terrible about it, I apologized again and again. I thought it was the wine glass she was upset about. Instead she said to me “Oh honey, a wine glass is a simple thing. I don’t know what I would do to myself if something has happened to you.”
To this day, I rewind the glass crashing into the hard wood floor. Thousands of little fragments of glass scattered everywhere.
The American Dream House
