Tag: parenting

To-dos

Leila double-checked the school’s brochures and website. She scanned through prospectuses and spoke to parents of old students. Not only did she determine to find the most qualified place, but also the safest for her child’s education.

She wanted a school with strict policies and regulations. “For the last time, Mrs Adrian, we don’t permit usage of weapons. This is a school, for godness’ sake!”

“Your school doesn’t, but—”

We should fix the gun laws in this country.

She couldn’t say what she knew too well. Last week’s news about a teenager opening fire at school had left her trembling.

Medical terms

“Well, the severity of chemotherapy varies from person to person. For some its a seven-course treatment, and for some, it’s just one. And who’s to say, sometimes neither survives longer than a few months. In any case, Mom, it’s difficult to generalise the effects of chemo.”

As Dr. Castro spoke, his mother cast him a look of love and distain. Candid though he was about his own disease, his impassiveness pained her.

Driving away, Dr. Castro let a single tear fall from behind the mask he’d worn all day. After all, he’d never see his daughter dress up for prom.

Deserving

The Masons never hurt a soul. With abundant wealth, the childless couple donated to countless charities every year. They were good people.

They didn’t deserve a stillborn.

The doctor held the unmoving child, as he extended trembling arms. His wife slept, peaceful and unaware. The never-existed ghost of a smile played on his daughter’s face. Time froze. What would he say when his wife asked? He’d promised her all would be well. He’d assured her. He was to blame.

As his tear dropped on its cheek, the baby stirred. Before he could comprehend, his Hope blinked and began to cry.

The perfect guide

Alisa was the cleverest in the family, and the brightest in class. If anyone could uphold his name, her father claimed, it’d be her. Of his four children, only she possessed the craftiness to carry on his legacy.

Mr. Farber had been a criminal lawyer for fifteen years. From political goons to local thugs, he’d bail anyone out as long as cheques cleared. He cared for process times, and never for process rights.

Growing up listening to arguments disproving facts, Alisa, too, followed suit. As her career spiked she became more like her father, lacking nothing but a moral compass.