

Sorrow and Strength Dan stood on the building, looking down. He hadn't quite realized how high an 18-story house was, until now. It's not too late, a little voice in his mind said. We can turn back. We can start over, we can- . . . Thankfully, it drifted away before it could convince him to start. There was no going back. The sun pounded him with its heat, Draining the energy out of him. His knees trembled, and sweat poured out of every pore. People scurried around below like mites. Cars slowly inched their way. He heard the horns beep, and angry people shouting to each other. Fools. As if shouting ever helpeSorrow and Strength


Begining of Family IssuesMolly plucked a pickle from her hamburger, knowing that her son was watching intently. She made her movements careful so that her son will understand her intentions. Testing whether he was paying attention or not, Molly moved the vegetable to the side and in small loops. His eyes not wavering from the pickle slice. She smiled in satisfaction and began to bring the pickle to her open mouth.Begining of Family Issues
Her son leaned in closer, almost not believing his eyes. The boy's eyes were wide in anticipation and mouth agape in wonder.
She stuffed the pickle in her mouth and began to chew. He covered his eyes with his tiny hands in disgus
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