I was brought up alone with 1 choice that always loomed over
me. It was one or another both worlds that coincide but are completely
different. Or are they? I was brought up by my mother and rarely saw my father,
he would come and go but he was always busy as there was always someone that
had to go. My mother was different though she always was there and ‘always will
be’. The few memories that I had of my mother and father together was always
clouded by the fact that they argued allot over things that at the time I did
not find important (but in the future would dictate what happened to me) but
sometimes only sometimes I would see them together peaceful and calm as both
have had their way. What shall I pick the land of the living or the land of the
dead?
is this the first piece you've submitted. I like it, how the choice is over you, mot yours. it also seems like the language, or the flow of it anyways, seems a bit poetic. There are some grammar errors, but otherwise it's a nice write, and it seems like you could do a lot by going into detail about the parents.
is this the first piece you've submitted. I like it, how the choice is over you, mot yours. it also seems like the language, or the flow of it anyways, seems a bit poetic. There are some grammar errors, but otherwise it's a nice write, and it seems like you could do a lot by going into detail about the parents.