The Battle Of Tears - Original Writing

The time came for her to be delivered. She gave birth to her first born son, wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in the manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. These were the words that I had spoken during a church Christmas play while I was just about to see the light at the end of my elementary school career. As I looked out into the faces of my family, I realized that I was making someone proud. I too was proud to have such a caring family whom I thought would be my strength throughout my life. Life has been so good to me thus far with wonderful parents, an older sister to whom I worshiped, and an older brother to keep me in tune with the magnificent

Love and contentment filled him. He had to tell her how much he loved her, and that he’d forgiven her transgression. He only hoped she’d forgive his.

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

As she was stating this issue of her son, tears poured down from her eyes and distraught to furthermore talk about it any longer. It can be inferred that she was concerned about the actions of

The harshness of her tone was softened by the concern in her eyes. The same eyes also watched for a reaction to her choice of wording. Some things don’t change no matter how close you let someone get.

The summer of 1942 came upon us as Frieda and I went from house to house selling marigold seeds so we would have enough money to buy a new bike. Little did we know, the money would be buried and the flowers would bloom just as a cry of new life filled the air. Pecola was carrying her father's child. While so many people wanted it to die, we prayed and made sacrifices hoping it would live. We thought the child would be a delightful blessing, and put everyone else’s hurtful words to shame. Frieda and I delicately pushed the seeds into the Earth praying to God that the baby would live because we believed the it had a hidden purpose. Our hope was that the child was destined to be a blessing because sometimes, what brings healing and fulfills the

Rain drizzled down onto them and inundated their bodies, clothing and all. They didn’t bother to move out of the way, they simply stayed in one place, both shivering only slightly. The body heat between them kept them from getting too cold and shivering more, but it was clear that there was a chilly tension between the two bodies. They seemed to have this unspoken pain between them that caused a sense of need and desperation. They needed to be touching but after everything that had happened between them, they just couldn’t seem to hold each other in a grip that fit, in a grip that felt right like it had only days before. Their bodies were no longer suitable together, they were no longer molded together to fit perfectly. Their bodies, both physically and mentally, had separated in a way that could not be mended. They could not be sewn back together after the betrayal and hurt that had taken place between them. He had caused her so much agony and as he held her in the rain, he could see the way his lies had affected her. But little did she know, she had affected him too. All the times she had hurt him with her words, they had argued and fought and slammed each other into wall after wall, them still being a couple was shocking in itself. Love like that can’t be broken and fixed. It can’t be torn apart and strung out and shredded and then put back together. Love just doesn’t enough forgiveness for that. Broken hearts can’t ever be fully mended. They can’t be fixed or healed or

One of her classmates, Paul, who would always eagerly volunteer to push her chair around the school campus, became her boyfriend. Although a PWD, Gweyn is a normal human being. She confided to me that she immediately fell in love with Paul, her classmate. I teased her but I understood her feelings. Paul’s parents disapproved of the relationship. However, they stuck to each other until Gweyn got pregnant and gave birth to a baby boy they named Wryl. The boy is now 2 years and is precocious and very cheerful like his mother. He strengthened his mother’s faith in God. When I visited them last Holy Wednesday in their home in Bantayan, Wryl hugged me and showed his wide grin upon seeing I had his favorite chocolate bars in my hand. He opened his palm to receive the chocolates while Gweyn lovingly stroked his boy’s hair with the motherly caress. Gweyn’s home was filled with Wryl’s incessant talks and loud

She practically dragged me from my nest of solitude and forced me to visit a new church with her that Sunday. We’d been struggling to find a fulfilling place to worship and learn about God ever since we moved an hour from our home in the city. None so far had felt right, and I was growing weary in my faith. Despite my protests, two days later I stood outside the church and inhaled deeply, preparing myself for the normalities of church lately: forced smiles, sly judgements, and dead air. The glass doors parted and two joyful greeters made way for our welcome. Four steps. Four steps across the threshold was the farthest I could go before stopping. Shivers filled my body, peace beyond comprehension immediately replaced all my doubt, and an irrefutable presence of God embraced my weak soul. I turned towards my mom, both of us smiling. “This is it.” That morning I faced the fact that I had neglected my relationship with God, the relationship I spent eleven years of my life pursuing. The call back to my Father screamed to my soul. It was time to come back

One she would never forget. Ray had been right. They needed this time to unwind and reconnect. Spending time having fun was what they both needed. She felt closer to Ray than she had since finding out about his affair. Today gave her encouragement for the future of their marriage.

Children do not want to be kids anymore. When I was sixteen my whole world changed, after finding out that I was pregnant. In this time, I had a decision whether, or not to keep my son Jason, or place him up for adoption; I do not believe in abortions. The decision of keeping him was made, after seeing Jason’s heart beat on the ultrasound. I had no clue what was to come, but I knew that I had to grow up fast. There was this little human growing inside of me, that I had to care for, that was depending on me to take care of him. The thoughts that where going throw my head was, am I going to be a good mother, moreover could I actually be a mother. On May 24, 2006, at 6:44am I gave birth to a 7lb 11oz healthy baby boy. Jason’s father Jhonathon

He’d been embarrassed at what had occurred back at the old Homestead, and she had borne it with her own desires. But if that was a moment, what was this going to be? She’d given him an out, as he had with her earlier, but neither had withdrawn.

She sits by the table and her unconscious looks wander to the groom, and he, on the other hand, is talking and smiling to the guests. The distance is too far for her to hear the conversation, but it seems like he is having a pleasant talk, and the smile on his face is even brighter. She forces herself to look somewhere else. The table on her left, she hears the people talking about how the groom and the bride made a perfect couple, and on her right, it’s the table of the bride’s relatives who are talking about how happy they are. Neither of the conversations is what she wants to hear. She sighs and rests her chin on her hand, with a glance at the groom, and she sees him coming towards

This entire day is dedicated to the mother of the bride and the bride, and does not only revolve around men. The women are the main focus of this important event. This focus gives the mother and bride brief power in this social situation. The celebration demonstrates an example of women having power.

Rebecca braced herself against a sudden onset of palpitations - had the board seen her little stunt in the reception? Any concerns were washed away, however, when she found herself being congratulated by all the