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David was a preacher, who was engaged, but then he met Adrian. They were stranded on top of a mountain and things began to change. Although he fought it and prayed about it,in the end they both got what the really wanted out of life.
Short, short story about what happens one night when the monster decides to finally come out from under the bed. The boy and his family will never be the same...
" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got
Samuel is a child who has lots of friends, a puppy named Buddy, and a first grade teacher whom he loves. He also has a father with a terrible temper and a mother torn between life in America and the customs and traditions of the kingdom of her birth. Not wanting to shame her family with divorce, and regretting not marrying the suitor her mother choose for her, Samuelβs mother must come to grips with her life before it destroys her. In this heartbreaking and compelling story, Samuel tells the
[f] I suffered because I cared too much for him. I got hurt because I protected him. I ignored my feelings because I wanted him to be happy. In the end I got blamed for being egoistic because it became too much. But still I love him even if he hates me. Isn't that the curse of being family? Not telling them how much you suffered for his happiness and not tell him what you did even if he blames you? Isn't that what makes you family? Is it a gift or a curse? It depends on yourself and your
British dreams is a review of blog posts published during the author's travels. Regularly between 2004 and 2010, Nottingham and Leicestershire, Paris and Strasburg. In French or English those posts written during the author's family travels, especially her niece is present in the inspiration moment that feeds the pen, during of after the journeys. Those poetical posts or genuine improvised poems are like bridges between the two cultures, also a kind of telepathyl, with the special point of view
David was a preacher, who was engaged, but then he met Adrian. They were stranded on top of a mountain and things began to change. Although he fought it and prayed about it,in the end they both got what the really wanted out of life.
Short, short story about what happens one night when the monster decides to finally come out from under the bed. The boy and his family will never be the same...
" "Rubber ducky, you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you. Rubber ducky, joy of joy. When I squeeze you, you make noise. Rubber ducky, you're my very best friend It's true," My little sister, Heather, would sing. She would splash around in the bath tub, a cheerful and sweet smile on her face. Her cute dimples would show as I washed her hair with shampoo. I miss the days where I would always give her a bath. I miss the days were I got
Samuel is a child who has lots of friends, a puppy named Buddy, and a first grade teacher whom he loves. He also has a father with a terrible temper and a mother torn between life in America and the customs and traditions of the kingdom of her birth. Not wanting to shame her family with divorce, and regretting not marrying the suitor her mother choose for her, Samuelβs mother must come to grips with her life before it destroys her. In this heartbreaking and compelling story, Samuel tells the
[f] I suffered because I cared too much for him. I got hurt because I protected him. I ignored my feelings because I wanted him to be happy. In the end I got blamed for being egoistic because it became too much. But still I love him even if he hates me. Isn't that the curse of being family? Not telling them how much you suffered for his happiness and not tell him what you did even if he blames you? Isn't that what makes you family? Is it a gift or a curse? It depends on yourself and your
British dreams is a review of blog posts published during the author's travels. Regularly between 2004 and 2010, Nottingham and Leicestershire, Paris and Strasburg. In French or English those posts written during the author's family travels, especially her niece is present in the inspiration moment that feeds the pen, during of after the journeys. Those poetical posts or genuine improvised poems are like bridges between the two cultures, also a kind of telepathyl, with the special point of view