Author: Christina

  • OMA

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    I had a thought that I should try and save you So, I closed my eyes and went to where you were. I saw you, Frail, with twisted limbs. I gently rolled you over. I took your hand, and we went to the parlor, Set your hair and left hoping no one noticed the run…

  • M&M’s and All the Things

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    Peanut M&M’s. Snickers. Milky Way. All wrapped up in mom. It is way better than cigarette smoke. The smell that she defiantly wore for as long as I can remember. The cigarette smell that as a child, I wore with shame because it permeated every strand of my hair. The smell that apologetically said, “yeah…

  • To the One Who Carried Me Through

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                I am not sure who was more tired that day, him or me. It was October 8, 2007, the longest weekend of my life, and somehow, I remember it ending all too soon. As I opened his stall I was amazed at how we had transformed it into a private hospital room, cobwebs hung from…

  • The Death of a Sister

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    I laid my sister to rest last year. I wrapped up our tattered bond and shut the coffin for the final time. For years, I have laid her to rest, only to resurrect her time and time again. With every resurrection, I vowed I would hold on tighter, try harder. I told myself, “Be more…