Unwanted Commentary

I remember her scathing remark. The disapproving tone echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room. The hospital floor was full, and so, my dad had to temporarily share a room. My siblings and I visited him as often as we could - sometimes together, sometimes splitting days depending on our schedule. I was with one of … Continue reading Unwanted Commentary

A Different Life

It's a bright day. I find myself in a clean, white room. I don't recall how I got there. The room is neatly decorated with things that I cannot recognize. I'm confused. I walked down the hall, which has a strange sense of familiarity. Yet, I've never been here. When I reach the next room, … Continue reading A Different Life

My Father’s Tree

When it first came, it was one of the most popular styles. I can't remember if it was a Douglas or Noble. I remember it being covered in white "snow", and supposedly had the scent of a real tree. It was economical and practical, and it became the tradition year after year. In fact, it … Continue reading My Father’s Tree

Smiling Faces

Every now and then it resurfaces. It's old, and slightly out of focus.  The faded colors and rounded edges make it distinctive from all the others in the collection. In it, are two individuals captured at a time when life was harder, but things were happier. Every now and then, I hold the grainy photo in my … Continue reading Smiling Faces

Fleeting Memories

 What do you remember about your mother? It had been quite some time since she passed, so at that moment, I wasn't sure how to answer.  Years later, I find that the memories of who she was, and what she did when we were children, are slowly fading away. I sit and sometimes wonder, what … Continue reading Fleeting Memories

The Color of My Skin

My sister and I are like ebony and ivory. I have olive toned skin, meaning that I have brownish, but not very dark, toned coloring. My sister takes after my mother and has much fairer skin.  This seemingly small difference between us has secretly become one of the foundations of my low self-esteem. My sister … Continue reading The Color of My Skin

The Missing Piece

One by one, I examined the bursts of photographs.  Each one had a different expression, a slight movement, a new reaction. My son had an animated face, and he was clearly not impressed by the impromptu photo shoot. Suddenly, I stopped. It was just an ordinary photo - a capture of my son glancing directly … Continue reading The Missing Piece