She looked at her little girl who was about to become a teen.

She tried to think

back to when the girl had been younger but failed to pinpoint the exact moment when
she had become a little too big to pick up and carry. It hit her all at once. She
was no longer a little girl and she stood there speechless with fear, sadness, and
pride all running through her at the same time.
Should he write it down? That was the question running through his mind. He
couldn't believe what had just happened and he knew nobody else would believe him
as well. Even if he documented what had happened by writing it down, he still
didn't believe anyone would still believe it. So the question remained. Was it be
worth it to actually write it down?
Time is all relative based on age and experience. When you are a child an hour is a
long time to wait but a very short time when that’s all the time you are allowed on
your iPad. As a teenager time goes faster the more deadlines you have and the more
you procrastinate. As a young adult, you think you have forever to live and don’t
appreciate the time you spend with others. As a middle-aged adult, time flies by as
you watch your children grow up. And finally, as you get old and you have fewer
responsibilities and fewer demands on you, time slows. You appreciate each day and
are thankful you are alive. An hour is the same amount of time for everyone yet it
can feel so different in how it goes by.
It was a simple green chair. There was nothing extraordinary about it or so it
seemed. It was the type of chair one would pass without even noticing it was there,
let alone what the actual color of it was. It was due to this common and unassuming
appearance that few people actually stopped to sit in it and discover its magical
powers.
Balloons are pretty and come in different colors, different shapes, different
sizes, and they can even adjust sizes as needed. But don't make them too big or
they might just pop, and then bye-bye balloon. It'll be gone and lost for the rest
of mankind. They can serve a variety of purposes, from decorating to water balloon
wars. You just have to use your head to think a little bit about what to do with
them.
The spot was perfect for camouflage. At least that's what she thought when she
picked the spot. She couldn't imagine that anyone would ever be able to see her in
these surroundings. So there she sat, confident that she was hidden from the world
and safe from danger. Unfortunately, she had not anticipated that others may be
looking upon her from other angles, and now they were stealthily descending toward
her hiding spot.
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were
never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would
reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her
was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.
Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. The man walking down the street in a banana
suit. The llama standing in the middle of the road. The fairies dancing in front of
the car window. The fact that all of this was actually happening and wasn't a
dream.
Bryan had made peace with himself and felt comfortable with the choices he made.
This had made all the difference in the world. Being alone no longer bothered him
and this was essential since there was a good chance he might spend the rest of his
life alone in a cell.
Pink ponies and purple giraffes roamed the field. Cotton candy grew from the ground
as a chocolate river meandered off to the side. What looked like stones in the
pasture were actually rock candy. Everything in her dream seemed to be perfect
except for the fact that she had no mouth.
A two-inch layer of freshly fallen snow covered the yard. Stacey peeked outside. To
most, it would have been a beautiful sight worthy of taking a photo to put on
Instagram. For Stacey, it meant something different. The first snow of the year
brought back the witches as the fairies in the yard had to seek shelter to avoid
the cold.
They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning to get grumpy in the
back seat and if they didn't find them food soon, it was just a matter of time
before they were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing this, the solution
wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a different opinion on where the best place to
eat would be with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others. It seemed to
be an impossible no-win situation where not everyone would be happy no matter where
they decided to eat which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a decision needed
to be made and it needed to be made quickly.
With six children in tow, Catherine raced to the airport departing gate. This
wasn't an easy task as the children had other priorities than to get to the gate.
She knew that she was tight on time and the frustration came out as she yelled at
the kids to keep up. They continued to test her, pretending not to listen and to
move in directions that only slowed them down. They had no idea the wrath they were
about to receive when Catherine made it to the gate only to be informed that they
had all missed the plane.
She didn't understand how changed worked. When she looked at today compared to
yesterday, there was nothing that she could see that was different. Yet, when she
looked at today compared to last year, she couldn't see how anything was ever the
same.
Things aren't going well at all with mom today. She is just a limp noodle and wants
to sleep all the time. I sure hope that things get better soon.
He collected the plastic trash on a daily basis. It never seemed to end. Even if he
cleaned the entire beach, more plastic would cover it the next day after the tide
had come in. Although it was a futile effort that would never be done, he continued
to pick up the trash each day.
There were little things that she simply could not stand. The sound of someone
tapping their nails on the table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another
human imposing themselves into her space. She couldn't stand any of these things,
but none of them compared to the number one thing she couldn't stand which topped
all of them combined.
Patricia's friend who was here hardly had any issues at all, but she wasn't telling
the truth. Yesterday, before she left to go home, she heard that her husband is in
the hospital and pretended to be surprised. It later came out that she was the
person who had put him there.
Her breath exited her mouth in big puffs as if she were smoking a cigarette. The
morning dew had made her clothes damp and she shivered from the chill in the air.
There was only one thing that could get her up and out this early in the morning.