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I was walking by a beach with my daughter and she grabbed me and pulled me all the way down the sand into the water. We were laying there under the water and I remember thinking it wasn't that cold then there were a bunch of people around and she was laying there w no top on. She started putting it in slowly but said who cares no one really notices. I noticed a lady shivering because she was so cold just sitting in the sand. I explained my daughter had pulled me in but I was still wondering why I wasn't cold

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

I was living with my parents my sister was also living there. Me and my sister got into an arguement , my mom kicked me out so i went and lived with my friend dwight who i barely ever talk to he was living with his girlfriend . We were all sleeping in the same room his girlfriend came over and took off her panties and go into the bed with me and asked him tim come to bed in the bed we were in he said no and got out of his bed. Me and his girlfriend layed there for a bit spooning then she got up and then we all went to the kitchen and he was making sandwhiches and told me if i wanted one so i made myself one.

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