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In The Attic Of My Mind

Post author:sherryfah2@gmail.com
Post published:January 16, 2019
Post category:Lifestyles Random Thought
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l have experienced some great losses in my life. With each one came the anguish of loss. The helplessness that came with the loss and the deep raw sorrow which loomed over my shoulder.

I lost my 28 years old brother when I was about 21, his death was sudden and came as a surprise to everyone. He died the year he was to get married. I took his illness for a joke. He was always okay and that was the norm for him, but, things took a different turn after 2 days, he died the third day.

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A Portion of My Life

Post author:sherryfah2@gmail.com
Post published:March 18, 2018
Post category:Lifestyles Random Thought
Post comments:15 Comments

I peeped out of the window and watched as the rain dropped. Each drop competing for a place to land. The ground was wet with glittering sparks reflecting the content of its surrounding.

I watched in amazement. The beauty of such weather could not be put into words. The calmness rain brings. The snuggles and the wetness and its abundance.

It has become part of me to stare at falling drops of rain. I love this experience. Rainfall is personal to me. To my childhood. To my siblings. This experience always brings with it a hint of sadness, a drag to the path of my childhood I do not like to remember. (more…)

The Danger Lurking Within.

Post author:sherryfah2@gmail.com
Post published:July 16, 2017
Post category:Lifestyles Parenting Random Thought
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As we sat with the adults watching a movie, I wondered what this was all about. I did not understand what the movie was all about nor did my friend. We sat silently, glued to the scenes parading in front of us on our black and white TV trying our best not to disturb anyone. The scene was interesting in a very strange way. It was also scary.

The following day, my 5-year-old friend came to me with a blunt knife asking me to replay the scene we both saw on TV. I did not know where she got the knife from, but, excitedly I collected the knife off her. I was about the age of six.

We had the mental image of the main character with a knife in his hand, running around chasing his victims. In our heads, we could only remember a scene. A gruesome scene. (more…)