She was struck by car. I don't remember the details, but she has been comatose ever since. The doctors were unsure as to when she'd awake or if she'd awake at all. In my mind, memories were replaying. They say, in the final throes of life, one's life flashes before them but, in my case, this happened by proxy. For me, it was the memories of what came before the accident and her coma. Before this, we were talking about stars. It was pretty late at night and she was pointing them out, before pointing out one in particular. She directed her telescope towards it. I told her simply that the star's name is "Proxima" . It was new knowledge to her that the stars in the cosmos have names and she'd contemplate the names if only for a moment. It was a small moment, seemingly insignificant, but it was something that made the accident worse. That was four months and two nights ago. The hospital seemed to have become a second home, more or less. The others thought I was in the denial
I've learned to expect this. This was one of her many episodes. Of course, with proper medicine and supervision, she's had fewer of these but, as I can tell, this day was one of those days. I remembered the protocol for these things, as I had devised them. She was not to be left alone with anything sharp and, if it got particularly bad, she'd have a stay in the hospital. Those were the usual things but I decided to try for something new, something a bit different.
She was practically shouting at me, demanding the keys to the knife drawer, to which I told her, "You don't want those." She told me she did but the both of us knew she really didn
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This was not my first rodeo. No, it was my (biological) third and she was coming. Unlike Glorie, she wouldn't be coming early in the morning, no, she would coming some time in the afternoon. She would get here, before the ambulance could have even arrive, like Glorie, except I would be coherant and fully awake, unlike Toki.
I was going about my usual business and, after I placed the babies down for a nap, I felt a sharp pain, causing me to yelp. It would have sent me to the floor had I not have seized something. To my relief, what I grabbed onto was Brittani's arm, who asked me if I was okay, to which I t
Mental illness and medications aside, Toki isn’t always cognizant, even during oft fleeting lapses of coherence. Sometimes, these moments of “blindness” are comical and, other times, they leave me, her sister, concerned. Either way, things like this were a given, however, while a given, there will almost always be times where we are thrown off.
I should note that I didn’t really notice anything different, either behavior or body wise, so I hadn’t any real reason to think that she was expecting and neither did anyone else. Toki seemed to be just, well, Toki, and doing whatever Toki does, be that her taking frequ
I have been told that I have the patience of a saint. Living in a house full of toddlers among other things is undeniably trying, so having a "saint's patience" would be neccessary, especially when one tot can be opinionated. However, toddlers are always opinionated and, to throw a monkey wrench into the mix, stubborn. Honestly, I could say I've dealt with worse.
Since she first came into this world, Vielle's always had an opinion on something, whether she could express it clearly or not. When the nurses and nurses went to weigh and measure her, she was wailing and, when she turned one, she made it clear that she wasn't really fond of Ro
Sats is weird. She's not "weird" as in "creepy", no, she's weird as in just, well, weird. Momma always said that Sats is the sort who doesn't really get how pretty she is. Momma never lied about that, as, one time, I found Sats looking at herself in the mirror. That bit wouldn't seem weird, except that she was eyeing her legs. Not sure as to why she was looking at her legs but, then again, they are long, so long that I felt half-tempted to call her "Ostrich", especially when I saw her staring at herself in the mirror.
To Momma, we're beautiful, well, she's Momma and moms are supposed to think their kids are beautiful but, to everyone else,
I never knew why that had to have happened to her but I do know she had been sick a real long time. She just sat by the window and would look out of it, for hours. It wasn't fair that she had to be inside all the time but she had to because she was frail. She was born frail, however, she never said much about why she was born frail, just that she was and she knew. She lived in a world that came not beyond the front door and didn't come without tubes and things.
I don't remember her name or too much about her, just the fact that we were siblings and she was the younger one, along with being born frail. In terms of a name, I'd call her Lisia,
The Story of a Disfigured Princess by Amoridere, literature
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The Story of a Disfigured Princess
It isn’t hard for someone royal to be discontent. No, it wasn’t, especially in the case of Kamilah. She was discontent, yet few could see why. Then again, she never voiced why, as few would listen. She would consider herself bound, chained, caged like a bird, practically a prisoner. ‘Being a princess is no better than being a prisoner.’ she thought, allowing whatever she felt to sleep.
She had just about everything in which she could ask, however, she was restricted. Her family often forbade her to leave the house and she was made to adhere to their expectations and wants, being rebuked harshly should she dare spe
"Okay, I'll bite. When Doki don't got her glasses, why does she need a white cane, ya know, the kind that blind people use?" Ginger asked.
Spin breathed in heavily and said, "She needs a white cane because of that one time, she walked into the street and caused a car accident and had fallen down the stairs because she couldn't see."
"How did that happen?"
"Well...."
It was summer day and Doki's glasses were recently broken and, by "recent", I mean that they were broken about an hour ago. Of course, she couldn't see thing and we were foolish to leave her alone. Naturally, she decided to try to find her way to the glasses store without an
Little Vielle and Her Lead Pipe by Amoridere, literature
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Little Vielle and Her Lead Pipe
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Vielle seemed to have procured a strange new toy, well, actually, it wasn't really a toy, rather it was something that she reallyy shouldn't have gotten hold of. Her new 'toy' was a lead pipe. Being her mother, I have no clue on how it is she's gotten hold of a lead pipe but I do know I wasn't home when she obtained it. Nevertheless, I do often try to seperate her from something I see as unsafe but, knowing Vielle, who is a stubborn as infants come (she is a year old by the way), seperating her fro