side and all I see is you helping them." He angrily says knowing Rose lied to him again. Rose exhaled then pull out a drive and toss it to him, "Here you go! But it 's useless anyway. Nathaniel you can 't just pester me like Castiel, I 'm still Rose that you use to know. I can 't help you to stop the bad guy." Rose went toward the door hoping he doesn 't have anything else to say. He knows he is suppose to
slightly tearful hug. “What do you want?” Eli asked as soon as he’d been released. “Oh, I just couldn’t stand the way you left on Christmas, so I came to see you.” Eli waved a hand in her general direction, trying to ward off the guilt he was beginning to feel. “I mean honestly, you can’t just run out on everyone like that. You mortified your father and I in front of the Everharts and you took away the exchange student. I didn’t actually mean for you to take her. That day
malpractice, inflicting severe trauma to Allen’s neck during delivery causing spinal cord injury from vertebral levels C5 to T12. My family barely spoke English, and so I had to become my godson’s primary caregiver. Allen’s injury caused tetraplegia and impaired breathing, requiring him to have a tracheostomy. During the daytime I performed much of his tracheostomy care, which involved frequent suctioning of his secretions. At night a homecare nurse managed his suctioning. Despite the challenges
would probably say yes. I wouldn’t. Almost 11-years-old, my parents and siblings helped me along as I stumbled half asleep through Michigan’s cold January snow into the hospital at 5 AM, still wearing my pink Scooby-Doo pajamas. Since I had done the hospital thing twice before this, I wasn’t too concerned. It was just another surgery, another fact of life for me. Like my mother, aunt, cousin, grandmother, and many other women in my mother’s family, I was one of the unlucky ones
Jason It has been quite some time since I have sat down to write you an email. Honestly I didn’t think it would be necessary due to the fact you are home now. It’s not like we have to worry about you leaving for deployments or extended periods away from home. That said our communication has gone down the crapper and seriously needs work. Recently case in point is Kimberly Holland. February 2014 I advised you that her texts and photos were inappropriate. That a subordinate should not be sending
are you insulting my ancestors? - Baba, why is your muti not working? - Did you do exactly as I told you? Yes! I burnt the muti over her dress. Then I don 't know why it didn 't work. - What? - Did you see her try it on? - No, she was in her room. - That 's the problem. - Did I have to see her wearing it? - Make sure she wears it. Otherwise this is all just a dream. Alright. Tonight I 'll make sure she wears it. Good. You do exactly that. You know, Nkosinathi... you 're a very good child
Elementary School I couldn 't wait 'till Middle School no more taddle tails. A different teacher every day, No more cranky teacher for the whole day. Yeah! The best part about it is that there will be air conditioning. I know that sounds really weird but at my old school there was no air conditioning so at the end of the school year the rooms would get super hot and none of the teachers would want to turn on the fans because they were loud and the students would get really distracted. I know that sounds
Hi its Caitlyn. I don 't know what stage of grief your at right now but its probably either denial or anger. But I love you so much. I know you won ' 't believe this but I didn 't kill myself because of you. You know my reasons and they weren 't because of you. Don 't keep thinking it because you know for a fact I didn 't I told you over a million times I would never kill myself because of you. I remember when I first got a text from you and you said did you like that picture of me and you said
undestanbel. Well I wasn 't able to say a word about 13 years ago. Well as anyone call tell from my complexion and and the fact I can speak fluent spanish, I was not raised here. I was lucky enough to be born here but the second I was born I was shipped to mexico. I was raised there for around 3 years before coming to the states. Everything was so different in how it looked to how people talked and acted. The thing I noticed the most was how some people didn 't understand me. At the time I didn 't really understand
her mom reach for her purse and walk out the house. Aria didn 't know what to do she just sat there in disbelief. While her dad stood in the kitchen screaming for her to comeback. The rest of that night faded away. Aria is now fifteen and day by day she gets more curious about why her mom left. She realizes that at this age she really