A Recipe for Fathers and Daughters

A cup of smiles and laughter

2 cups of conversation/communication

A pinch of kindness

A tablespoon of thoughts

2 cups of good actions and deeds

4 cups of forgiving

Endless cups of love

 

A few cups of telling secrets

3 cups of finding similarities

3 cups of finding trust

2 cups of hugs

1 cup of kisses

Endless cups of love

 

Mix these ingredients together gently and with care. Add some tears, sorrow, happiness, and laughter to make you closer. And smile as you do it, smile because you are a Father, a Daughter with endless cups of love.



The Secret Life of a Grandpa

Anger filled his heart and his mind, he had the urge to hurt again and to hit. He was angry at everyone and everything they did. No one could do anything right! No one could understand him! He was alone, and his wife and children seemed like nothing to him. He felt the urge to hurt again even stronger now. It pleased him, he found satisfaction in it, he didn't know why. He stomped down the stairs heading towards their bedroom. He opened the door violently and saw his children sitting there with wide eyes. They knew what he was about to do and fear shown all over their faces. He began to unbuckle his belt and let it slide down to his side. "Who's first?" He had one of them come near and raised his hand high holding the belt tightly. For a moment he stopped and thought, "Why? Why am I doing this? They have done nothing." But the anger was stronger and he soon forget about his thoughts and before he knew it he hit with a mighty stroke, again and again.

 

He lay in his bed weeping and begging for it to stop. He rememberd when he was a child and his parents had done the same thing, he wished he had not done it, had not hurt them the way he had been hurt. But he found pleasure in doing it, revenge and happiness. He liked to see the fear in their eyes and the pain they went through, it was his way of getting rid of his pain. He couldn't stop himself, it was the only way, the only solution. And he hated himself for it. 

A Good List

I’ve never made a list of all the good things I’ve done

I use to make lists of all the bad

Of all I’ve done wrong

But now I must think

And think hard

What good have I done?

 

I’ve helped my parents and brothers when they were sick

I’ve given advice to family and friends

I’ve tried to be there for people when they have no one else

And I try to love and show love to all those I care about

I don’t know much else of what I do

 

I’ve helped clean, and clean until it was spotless

I’ve helped do yard work

And babysat little children

But I’ve never done anything extraordinary

Something people would always remember

 

I’ve helped give people food when they were in need

I’ve been a good friend

And I’ve learned to fall in love

That is my good list

Falling to a New World

He looked around from the place he had fallen. He was in the middle of a wood, trees surrounding him all going upwards. There were thorny bushes all around and he had scratches all over his arms and face from the fall. There was no way out, he couldn't see a clear opening to escape the place he was in, unless he wanted to go through those bushes again. Why had he listened to his friends? They had asked him to go down the hill on a tube to see how far he'd go, they hadn't realized how far it went and that there was no way back up. He swore under his breath wishing he would have thought things through. He wondered if they would go find help, but until then he'd have to find a way out on his own. He began to search his surroundings and see if he could somehow get out. Suddenly his leg fell through a deep hole in the ground. "Great," he thought. "Now my leg is stuck." He pulled away from the whole as hard as he could and finally yanked it out. He staggered and fell back. He was about to swear again when he saw smoke rising out of the hole. He gaped in awe wondering what it was. Then he heard a voice. "Who dares to wake me in my slumber?" He shook with fear at the voice for it was full of power and enchantment, making him unable to move or speak. The voice then repeated, "Who are you to wake me? How did you come across my beloved home?" This time he answered but with a quievring voice. "I did not know you were here uh sir, I fell from the top of the hill and got stuck in your hole...er home." The voice did not speak for a few moments then suddenly he saw a claw stretch out of the hole and slowly climb out. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It looked like a small dragon! "Y-you're a d-dragon!" "Yesss," He replied, "I am and you have woken me in my slumber. For that you must now repay for it is a sin to wake a dragon. You will have to repay me and forever be my servant." With that he grabbed the boy by his ankle and dragged him down to his hole, where a new world could be found.