A Short Story - Part 4

As time passed and my girl didn't return home, I decided to go look for her and take my son with me. When my mom saw me get ready to leave, she stopped me. She then revealed that my partner had quietly died during the night, and my mother had immediately taken care of getting her body out of the house to spare my son and me from the tragedy until she could somehow gradually prepare us for it. A desperate sadness enveloped me. I didn't know what to do or what to say. The thought of never seeing her again seemed unbearable. I realized I didn't know how to deliver the news to my son. 

A Short Story - Part 3

I contemplated asking my mother to take care of my son so that I could go find the love of my life, but every time I mustered up the courage to ask her, I saw how sad she seemed, and I just couldn't do that to her. Since she adopted me all those years ago, the woman has loved me with all her heart; she has cooked, cleaned, and taken care of not just me but my lady and our son as well. Why did she seem so distraught, though? Did she know something I didn't? 

Six Years

I started living in the woods on May 29, 2018. I've been here six whole years. During this time, I've reflected on life, read many books, written a few, built a cabin, said goodbye to a cherished companion, and learned a lot. Here's to my seventh and final year in the woods.

A Short Story - Part 2

I looked everywhere but couldn't find her. I thought we would be together forever. And now, in my old age, the only girl I had ever loved had left me. Had I somehow upset her? I couldn't understand. How could she leave me? How could she leave our son? With my compromised eyesight and hearing, I had to care for our sick son by myself. I didn't know what to do. Should I try to find her? Should I stay at home and take care of our son?

A Short Story - Part 1

I had known her all my life. We had spent every second of our lives together. She was my best friend, my sister, my protector. I called her my partner in crime. We played, fought, ate, slept, and sat together... until one day she just vanished. 

Molière

"The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it."
Molière

Dear Twelve-Year-Old Me