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A collection of short stories that can be enjoyed by young teens and adults.
The author has put together a collection of short stories; that can be enjoyed by people of different ages.
Some of the stories, in this collection, deal with family problems; love; substance abuse; death; child abuse and molestation.
Some of the stories are full of humor and will bring a smile to your face; while others may bring tears to your eyes. Some of the stories are inspirational and some are just too cute.
The author won’t give a description of each story in this collection; she will let them speak for themselves.
Be assured that each one tells an interesting story; and the imagery is outstanding. Get started and enjoy them all.
Two days before the child custody hearing; the children’s attorney spotted Lisa coming out of criminal court. He asked her what was going on.”
Lisa told the attorney that Roland had beaten her and threatened her life. She went as far as to say that Roland didn’t show up in criminal court, as the judge ordered him to. The attorney believed her. He didn’t even check out her story. He was under the impression that there was a bench warrant out for Roland’s arrest; for not showing up in criminal court.
The attorney came to child custody hearing ready to show the judge proof why Lisa should have full custody of her two children; and why Roland should be denied custody and visitation rights. He was prepared to prove to the court that Roland was an unfit dad.
The children’s attorney promised the judge, that as soon as the documents were faxed, from criminal court records’ room; the judge would immediately know where the children belonged; and that someone will be taken into custody.
Roland’s attorney asked him, what was going on. Ronald had no idea. Ronald told his attorney that maybe he should find out. His attorney claimed that the children’s attorney wouldn’t tell him anything; even though Ronald paid that attorney to represent the children.
Every one knew that something big was going on. But, the children’s attorney wasn’t letting on what it was. He just said that every one would find out, when the criminal court’s records department faxed the documents to child’s custody court.
He and Lisa walked around together holding conversations and smiling. The attorney refused to talk to anyone except Lisa.
Finally, the documents were faxed to children’s court room. The children’s attorney told the bailiff to let the judge know that he was ready to proceed. Then, he and Lisa sat together while he looked the documents over.
Suddenly, every thing turned sour. That smirk smile was quickly wiped from the attorney’s face. He looked as if his best friend had just died. He got up from his seat and slowly walked away from Lisa. She attempted to follow him.
“Stay away from me,” he said in a quiet angry voice, “You lied to me.”
He was so embarrassed; but, he got what he deserved. He came to court prepared to prove to the judge that Ronald was an unfit dad. The attorney forgot the most important thing; he forgot to bring the evidence to prove his case. An attorney has to be very stupid to appear in any court room without checking out his evidence and his source.
The documents, that he held in his hands; didn’t prove that Roland had beaten Lisa or threatened her life. It proved that Lisa was arrested and convicted for her participation in an armed robbery. The day, the attorney saw Lisa coming out of criminal court; it had nothing to do with Roland. Lisa and her
boyfriend were arrested for armed robbery. Nash was still in custody; charged with felonies. Lisa was charged with misdemeanors. The day the attorney saw her in criminal court, she was there for sentencing. The judge allowed her to do her time on week-ends.
It was all spelled out in the court papers that the attorney held in his hands.
The judge immediately gave Roland temporary custody of his children. Lisa was given supervised visitation. Roland finally got to take his children out of that environment and home with him.
The bad news was; the two attorneys got together and arranged for Lisa to keep the children an extra two weeks. It had something to do with the welfare checks that she had been receiving. Roland didn’t like that decision at all; he didn’t understand why the system would allow the children to spend even one more night in that house. However, it was the courts decision and he had to go along with it.
Lisa was still fighting back; when she turned the children over to Roland; she kept all of their clothes; toys and electrical games and bicycles. She gave them to her relatives and friends. She even kept their birth certificates, social security cards and immunization medical records.
Roland and Flora were satisfied to finally have the children out off that house; so they worked together to buy clothes and toys and everything the children needed. Roland replaced the children’s birth certificates and social security cards. The doctors gave him copies of the children’s immunization records.
Weeks later and after several court appearances; another court gave Roland full custody of the two children. Lisa was still left with restricted visitation.
TERRIFIED of MY DAD
I closed my eyes to the problems that my parents were going through because I wanted things to remain as they were. I couldn’t imagine my parents getting a divorce; I loved living with both parents.
My mother was very young when she got married. She was a teen-age bride and a teen-age mother. All of her nine children were only two years apart. My mother had her hands full. This must have been a very hard life for a young girl. She really didn’t get a chance to enjoy her youth; she was too busy being a wife and taking care of babies. She even suffered the agony and pain of losing two of her nine children before they reached one year old. She lost two boys; her fourth born and her ninth born died of pneumonia when they were just infants. This must have been so devastating and heartrending for her.
I was the seventh born and I remembered when the last baby died. I loved that little boy so much. He was only eight or nine months old; but he was so much fun and such a joy to have around. He was such a happy baby. After he came into my life, I gave my dolls to my younger sister. The baby was my real live doll. He responded to me when I talked to him; he laughed with me. And he gave the sweetest, wet, kisses.
When my little brother became seriously ill; the doctor didn’t admit the baby into the hospital; and we didn’t have a car, so, my mother and my older brother had to wrap him in warm blankets and walked him back and forth to the doctor’s office. I was so young; I didn’t know how far the doctor’s office was; but, I imagine it wasn’t too far away; because sometimes they took the baby to see the
doctor twice in one day. The medicine that the doctor gave my little brother didn’t work; the baby showed no signs of getting better.
Late in the night, I had an odd and much too real dream; it felt as if a baby kicked me from inside my tiny stomach; I immediately woke up and sat straight up in bed; then I heard the moaning and crying. I got out of bed and ran to my mother’s room where the crying was coming from. My mother held him close to her chest crying. I was dumbfounded. I just stood there staring at the little, limp, body that my mother held close to her body. The moaning sounds, coming from my mother, filled my heart with pain. Her face was the picture of pure agony as she held the baby’s limp body close to her chest. I knew my little brother was gone. My small body dropped to the floor.
The next thing I remembered was sitting on my older sister’s lap on the living room sofa. My body was shaking uncontrollable; I needed someone to wake me up from this bad dream. “The baby, the baby,” I repeated.
“He’s gone” my sister was crying, “He won’t be back. He’s in Heaven.”
When the baby got sick, my dad was out of town working. His job was over two hundred miles away from home, he had to travel by bus to and from work. So, he only came home once every two weeks. My mom notified him when the baby’s illness turned for the worst, he left work immediately to come home; but, he got there too late. The baby died a couple of hours before my dad got home.
In those days; the body, of the deceased, was brought home for viewing the night before the funeral. When they brought that little white casket into the living room; sat it in front of the window and opened it up. It was almost unbearable. It was so devastating. I stood over that little casket, looking down at the motionless body that used to be my little brother.
Every one of us will make mistakes, some may be great; some may be small; the secret is to learn from them all.
Two boys were running across the field; they both fell. One got up and kept going. The other one stayed down, waiting for someone to pick him up off the ground.
At some point in our life we are going stumble and fall, the important thing is to get up and stand tall.