family-relationships

Soon we will not need people anymore, as everything will be done by automatons, including bringing up children.

Dad has shamelessly played the Mom card. Against which there is no defense.

I read therefore I write.

But early on I saw this: You are wasting time by suffering twice. I mention this only to show how many things the mind cannot will itself to do, even if it wants to.

Letter writing can be seen as a gift because someone has taken his/her time to write and think and express love.

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

This is the beginning of what we will come to call the Upstairs-Downstairs, Linga-Singha wars.

The best way that a man could test his readiness to encounter the common variety of mankind would be to climb down a chimney into any house at random, and get on as well as possible with the people inside. And that is essentially what each one of us did on the day that he was born.

There might be bits and pieces of us that I don't like or that drive me up the wall, but at the end of the say, it's who we are. I'm going to make the best of what we have.

The blessing begins at home.

I suppose that's the reason I believe that as long as there is someone in charge of the household, someone who can maintain order among its members, someone who is clearly mature and established as a person, someone, in other words, like my mother, then eventually all who live under the same roof, despite blood ties or lineage, will at one point become family. Such a simple idea, but one that took a while for me to catch on to.Oh, and another thing.If the same people don't spend enough time in a home, even if they are connected by blood, their bonds will slowly fade away like a familiar landscape.

It was hard not to feel sorry for a life that had no purpose of its own... His only purpose, it seemed, was to come into her mother's life in order to send her home. For that, Bay decided, she would be grateful.For the rest, though, she wondered if she would ever be able to forgive him. She hoped she wouldn't remember him long enough to find out.

It is so unkind--' 'Perhaps. But sometimes a compulsion comes over one to speak the truth!

Children become frustrated and resentful when they view their parents as not being interested __n how they feel and in their point of view.

I found myself stuck into a Gertrude__ Dream Waltz universe. Like Gertrude, I was trapped inside a body that bellied little of the person inside, while simultaneously ensnared in a home filled with people that looked like the person inside the unsightly body.

He was supposed to be the first man to tell her that she was beautiful and help her determine who she was before anyone had the opportunity to label her. She was supposed to be his __ittle girl_.

Every family is a family of alligators.

She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn't for a photo on the mantle.