Yes, our Father has a plan, Ciminae,
I figured this staying up meant something. Maybe it was loss or love or some other word that we say when it’s too fucking late but the boys weren’t into melodrama. They heard that shit and said no. Especially the Old Man. Divorced at twenty, with two kids down in D.C., neither of which he sees anymore. He heard me and said, Listen. There are forty-four ways to get over this. He showed me his bitten-up hands.
She has no memories of her mother but imagines her as white, a soundless brilliance. Her father radiates a thousand colors, opal, strawberry red, deep russet, wild green; a smell like oil and metal, the feel of a lock tumbler sliding home, the sound of his key rings chiming as he walks.
A young child is a leader to an elderly person once his purpose has a faithful, sincere and trustworthy influence on people. Leadership is not restricted to position and age; it is self-made and influencial. Everyone has this self-leadership quality.
I’m going to be a person who writes stories.
I never told mom and dad how much I loved them.
I wanna be someone who can tell a lot of people how much I love them.
as fleetingly beautiful
as a mother’s tears
and a father’s pranks
a brother’s bachelorhood
and a best friend’s bad mood
a bride’s glittering jitters
and a handsome stranger’s smile.
Bear in mind, children, that they listen to you because you are kids-not because you are right. That’s how our Father listens to us.
Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori’wadaasla. (Nobody cares who your father was, only the father you’ll be.) – Mandalorian saying
“What about your family, Abu Huwa? Are you an orphan?
God is the only book that can never be touched, open and seen.