My daughter has an obsession with princesses and fairy tales these days. She’s only 2 1/2 years old, but is already very independent and demanding, and definitely knows what she wants. Lately (and this is our fault as parents), we thought it’d be great if we introduced her to fairy tales. I bought 2 huge...
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My brother and I decided that since our father, my beloved Daddy, seldom bought anything for himself (and instead, spent heaps on us and just kept giving and giving and giving his all to us), we thought that we’d give him a little treat. Daddy has a stash of expensive old liquor dating back to...
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A love letter, written on 24 April 2000, from me to one ‘J’ [This is true, this is the actual letter that I sent him].
Dear J,
This is an extremely difficult letter to write. First, because it deals with matters that require sensitivity on the reader’s part. Secondly, because I have already told this to a...
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A surprise, he told me. I was shivering in excitement.
I drove like a mad woman to the hotel. Eager to find out what he had in store for me.
A little fiasco at the reception. I had no key access card. They gave it to me when I said his name.
He made me wait for 2...
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Conditioning. You must condition yourself to be prepared for the worst. So that you can handle it. So that it doesn’t come as a shock to you.
Please don’t say that, Daddy.
You know it needs to be said. That this is reality. I’m very happy that I’ve lived a good and full life. So I am...
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It never struck me until a few days ago, how dependent I am on my husband. Or rather, how much I value his company and his love. When we were through our whirldwind days of romance and courtship, we settled into a nice leisurely life together. And then E came along, and suddenly, my priorities...
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It was late and she was getting tired, sitting at her desk, planning for the birthday party. Her note pad was filled with scribbles and charts, remarks in red and purple ink. She had the pinata sorted out, finally. Food, drinks and the cake had been ordered, although she had had a shouting match with...
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He pictured her, young and full of life, her brown eyes laughing in the sunshine. How she used to pick daisies and stick them behind her ears. One night when a storm was raging outside, she came to his bedroom and knocked on the door, asking to be let him. She wore a pink nightgown,...
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Last weekend, my husband and I decided that it was time for E to start sleeping in her own room. Since she was born, we had a room in our house dedicated for her, but because she was our first child, and her initial night-feeds required us to wake up several times in the night,...
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The coffee cup was warm in her hands, and in the blistering cold of the night, she was glad that she had 15 minutes to sit down and relax. The night was clear and bright and there were stars twinkling down from the heavens above. She shivered a little in her coat, and extricated a...
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