Write about someone who didn’t get along with their family as a child, but has since found an appreciation for them.

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“revisiting” by Adie O

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The pounding started in the middle of the night and that woke Mae up. Blinded by the darkness, together with her mom and her siblings, they rendezvous with peace in another house, snuggled safe in someone’s bed, without slippers to protect the innocent soles of their feet. It was not a drastic change. It was rather a slow, easing, wretched change of seasons. The morning after, they return to the bleak house. The smell as ash trays and thrashed and splinters. They entered quietly. Chaos was apparent. It was as if a storm passed and the ...

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“Bonds tied once again.” by Dylan Jackson

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"I'm back mum" Alex said crouched by the graves. she hadn't visited the graveyard in years not after what happened. Alex hadn't visited since the accident 10 years ago. Alex was 8 at the time her aunt had pulled her out of school in the middle of the day, she remembers being sat in her aunts car. "where are we going? wheres mummy and daddy" Alex had said. "they aren't coming, you'll be staying with me for awhile" her aunt said sadly. Alex woke up in a cold sweat looking around her apartment to make sure everything was as she left it. as she ...

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“To the Bovine” by Sydney Jane

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Everyone thinks their family is weird, and every family has its secrets. Oftentimes, they’re pretty mundane. Affairs and addictions are common, but they still demand a hushed accusatory tone with every passing mention. Even when every family’s got the same secrets, we like to pretend we’re unique, that our shame is independent of the larger system, that it’s our duty to sweep the damning evidence into the basement and pretend that we are normal, functioning, sane. I went to college in a city up north, and that didn’t bode well with my fami...

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“A day too beautiful” by Prathibha Rajan

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Looking at the young me, I always wonder what made me think I was not good enough to receive or give love. Now I feel wholesome, my parents, my sibling and myself. The holidays are about to begin and everybody is brimming with happiness. My mother takes the cake out of the oven. A sweet scent which I have only felt in this house fills the air. Her veins visible on her delicate hands. She looks at me with her warm eyes. Her eyes looks like gold melting. Her smile touching the corners of her eyes. I can't believe I used to not like my fa...

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“The Last Word” by Zed Richard

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The Last Word I It is rainy when the funeral started. Only her friends and some close neighbors who show pity on her attended the burial. Her daughter has been crying since then. Everyone in the burial is sorry for what happened to her. No one expected it would happen. Neither I. I first met her in the bakery. It is not a propitous day. I was buying bread at that tim...

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“Realizing Family is Forever” by Paul Martin

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It all started in the mid 90's. It was Nov. 25th 1995 at an old Annabella House in Colony New York. As always the Whitney Family gathers together for the annual Feast, of Thanksgiving. As all the grand children, 13 of them, are running around like wild baboons. One child called PJ is angry and causing fights with his grandfather and father and uncles. Getting mouthy and aggressive and just as always, causing a belligerent vocal and verbal scene in front of the world to see. Through out the years it steadily became a more physical disturbance...

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“Selective Memory” by Barbara Eustace

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How did he find you? You’ve been doing okay. Nothing spectacular, but it’s a life, your life, and you’re sorted. Job, place to live. Oh, and Joshua. Joshy to his friends. No dad on the scene, but you’re not the first woman to fall for the charms of a loser. Doubt you’ll be the last. But Joshy gives you a reason to be, and you’re better off without the loser. It was hard at first, but Joshy’s a good kid, does okay at school too. He’ll go somewhere, do something with his life, you hope. You were get...

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“My Family” by Rocelle Anne Lictawa

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Family is the most precious and important relationship in this world. It's true that no family is perfect. There are misunderstandings between the members of the family but once a family will always be a family. And no one could ever break that relationship. I remember those days when I was just a kid, my parents were so workaholic that they didn't give me some of their precious time. My parents were both teachers in a public elementary school in Nueva Ecija and they were too involved in their teaching job. I have seen them teaching other ...

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“WISH I HAD ANOTHER MOMENT WITH MY MOM” by Charlotte Geldenhuys

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Growing up I always thought my parents were too strict with me, especially my mom. Don’t get me wrong, my mom was very loving. She went to work during the week, she kept the household going and would make sure that the weekly grocery shop was done, laundry was up to date and the house was clean. Above all, she was quick to make peace and give a hug. She would even fight my battles for me. I remember being in high school and my Accounting teacher had given me a hard time that particular day. I was a very quiet and c...

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“The Pink Drink” by Kathryn D

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Wind in my throat. It is fresh, it is clean. I sip the dew of a miserable drink, bright pink and fruity. I would kill for a shot of tequila right now. The pink, thick liquid glides down my throat. God, just as tasteless as Mother used to make it. I pull it from my chest and stare at it, shining under the bubble lights that string against the wall of the balcony. A smile tugs at my lips. “Yo, Arie!” My brother’s voice shouts from inside. “Where the hell is she?” I hear him muttering, and then he pauses in the doorway. I hear my sister b...

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“Father and son” by Myriam Bell

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Paul put down the book on the small mahogany side table and looked up to see his father nodding off, nestled in his window seat. The street behind him had progressively gone dark as Paul had read to him, but as the winter sunlight had relinquished its hold on the day, the lights of humanity had one by one asserted their right on the night. First, the antique shop opposite — which was always so dark to start with — then the café, with its door opening and closing to the rhythm of its customers and letting out a waft of warm, voluptuous, sweet...

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“Freedoms deepest secret” by Emily Range

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"You shouldn't do it, Lucy," my mother droned, her delicate fingers entangled in my hair. It seemed unfair for her to confess this so late. After all, I had been sitting in the black leather chair as she spoke. "I've already paid," I responded; it was untrue but a desperate attempt to get her off my back. I'd worked all summer to save up enough money to get my hair cut. It hung past my knees—the edges frizzed from years of pinning it up, and when the sun hit it just right, the color resembled thick marmalade. My mother sighed; she knew she c...

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“Family Matters” by Oshin Wong

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When I was 5 years old my dad walked out on us, people thought I was too young to understand what was going but I was a kid not blind. It was obvious that I woke up to dad being more absent than usual, he wasn't at the table for breakfast or dinner and he wasn't there to tuck me in at night. For a long time I blamed my mom for my dad leaving and because of that we never really got along. Things escalated when she got remarried when I was 12. I hated John, he honestly wasn't a bad guy now that I think about it but I just c...

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“Zik N Zak.” by Wajih Hashmi

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Zik n Zak Zik n Zak The whole sky is full of stars with repeatedly falling stars, the road of night darkness, like the Florida Georgia black tar Highway, was moving at full speed. But for me, the Permanent Georgian currently Cincinnati, Ohioan, maybe all the other speeds in the world were either not so much in other parts now or it seemed to me. Because now Zak was gone. Due to the presence of Zak for about a month, After some happiness and a little bit of fun, now it seems that the car of these temporary pleasures of mine not only did it sl...

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“Brothers” by Tempest Wright

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Forked lightening danced across the horizon. Thunder sang its chorus with the Cuban surf. I shivered. I used to love storms. Back home, I’d wait every summer day if it were hot enough, just to watch thunderheads move in. But it had taken all my strength to ward off those dark clouds.Maybe it was him, maybe it wasn’t. It was too late to be hurricane season, but the satellite didn’t lie. The storm had grown so suddenly – right on time for the wedding. I gave my all to keep that storm making landfall. I could almost hear it in the thunder,...

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Write about someone who didn’t get along with their family as a child, but has since found an appreciation for them.

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✍️ 112 stories

“revisiting” by Adie O

“Bonds tied once again.” by Dylan Jackson

“To the Bovine” by Sydney Jane

“A day too beautiful” by Prathibha Rajan

“The Last Word” by Zed Richard

“Realizing Family is Forever” by Paul Martin

“Selective Memory” by Barbara Eustace

“My Family” by Rocelle Anne Lictawa

“WISH I HAD ANOTHER MOMENT WITH MY MOM” by Charlotte Geldenhuys

“The Pink Drink” by Kathryn D

“Father and son” by Myriam Bell

“Freedoms deepest secret” by Emily Range

“Family Matters” by Oshin Wong

“Zik N Zak.” by Wajih Hashmi

“Brothers” by Tempest Wright

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