My Life - Original Writing

“So how did you sleep?” I asked. “Like babies.” Adams said. “You ready?” I asked.

He scoffs in cynicism with a smirk. He stands up, throwing the pillow back at me which I catch with ease. “Oh, like you’re one to

I got up and checked the fire. She placed our baby boy back in his basket.

“I know,” said Eloise, stroking Kate’s cheek with her finger. “It’s cold, but we’ll get that sorted.” Eloise pulled a blanket off a chair, and lovingly covered her niece with it. She then went back to her own room, and promptly fell asleep.

I nod to him and walk down the long walkway and toward the door and unsurprisingly it was locked. I check out the house and find and open window.

“We should sleep,” Keith murmurs, and Lance nods in agreement, gently pulling him down to rest against the blankets on the floor. He curls against Keith’s stomach, the other boy’s arms thrown around his waist protectively. Nuzzling into his neck, Keith lets out a tender, satisfied sigh before Lance’s gentle hums lull him to sleep, Lance not far behind.

Mom entered the room with a towering stack of clothes: blue, worn levis, white socks, and various polo tees. She set them down on the bedside table and then turned to see how Luke and I were getting along.

I am lying in bed trying to come up with a sleeping arrangement. Right now Rion sleeps in our room, but will advetually move into Charlie's room and share it with him. We can't have Asher sleep with Zoe and Sophia in there room and the bedroom in the basement is too far away. I turn over.

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

All summer clothes should be packed away as most of the time these will not be appropriate for school

Adam is peacefully sleeping in the master bed in the middle of what used to be the kitchen, and as I lay next to him all I can think of is the names below that shaming wallpaper. I go over to the computer and type in the first name I have found.

The laundries were eventually done, and I folded everything and took the elevator, because I'm not walking three floor with the possibility of the clothes flipping over.

room and told me to put my shoes and coat on. Instinctively, I went to

Colonial America had a work in progress, democracy with democratic and undemocratic features. Economic freedom is democratic feature. An undemocratic feature is Equality. A work in progress is human rights.

“And now tell me, Louise, about Adam. How’s my fine nephew doing? What has he been up to this week?” That word hung in the air, isolated from the others. Nephew.