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Gabriella Maria Irene Sanchez (Gabbie to her family and friends) was six years old and would be going into the first grade this next school year. Her family had just moved to Tyree Mills, and she was very bored and lonely. She still had not made any friends with the neighborhood children who seemed to look at her with suspicion. She was too young to tag along with her 11- and 12-year-old brothers Hector, and Juan, or so her Abeula kept insisting. Her sisters, Lucia, Sofia, and Isabella, who were 14, 16, and 17 years old respectively, all were interested in make-up and boys too much. Then there was Leo, her oldest brother, who was 19 years old, that was now married to Celeste and they had a nino named Oscar, who was 1 years old.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Christianity in Odd News
So as I'm scrolling through the AP, I see a story in odd news that catches my eye. The 666 bus to Hel, Poland was being discontinued. So many questions ran through my mind, the foremost being, Why would they stop a bus from going to a city? The second was what they would be riding to Hel in place of a bus. It just made no sense. So of course I had to read it.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Humans
Burnt Biscuits
December 1927 "Deputy Lewis, is Carlles still in?" Sheriff Maxwell Buchanan asked as he came into the station. "Yes, Sir, he's waiting for you in your office, Sir" Lewis, nodded toward the door at the rear of the room. "Oh, and, Sir, Prosecuting Attorney Allen is already here, too, waiting on you."
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
Debilitating Depression and Severe Health Problems
Some people just do not get it. Some people never will get it. Then you have those who live with it daily and who totally understand it. What is it? The it that I am talking about is chronic illness and depression.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Psyche
My Daughter's "Imaginary" Friend
About nineteen years ago, my husband moved us back to the old farm he had grown up on, into the very house he was raised in. It was a small old farmhouse, built by the people of the community back when the original farmhouse had burned down in the late 1940s. There were only three bedrooms, a small living room, a large kitchen, a large laundry/pantry room, and one tiny bathroom. Sound carried really well in this house.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
My Daddy
My daddy taught me a lot about life and most of the time I never even knew he was teaching me. He always had time to answer questions that I had to ask, never stopping to say they were stupid. He made sure I knew how to do the things I needed to do to have a normal childhood. Even though my parents were divorced, he was always just a message away if I needed him for any reason. My daddy will always be my first hero and teacher.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Men
