Long since you walked away and were out of everyones sight did you become a forgotten force. You are the hero in all the stories, you are the wizard with all the power...you are the one who holds all the card.......but....now comes the uprising of power....here is the witnesses of what you left behind. Feel what it is to be harmed in everyway possible...fear me and my wrath............you will not win forever..........we will fight till the death.........

Tearfully he said to the audience in the courtroom, "She told me to sit in the water. I just stood there and said nothing. She got really upset and started to beat me with the stick more. I just started to cry. I did not want to sit in the bleach in my purple underwear and get them wet or get them bleached. I just cried."
The mother stood crying and screaming, reaching out to her son, "Oh my God, I am so sorry, I was not a good enough mom was I?" Her son reached out to her. They were both now crying uncontrollably. The Judge made them both get quiet and the lawyer began again.
"Now son, what made you kill Mrs. Smith? What made you reach for the decorative rock on the side of the tub and hit her so hard....that you killed her?"
"She was always picking on me. I would pass her house daily on my way home from school. All she could do was make fun of me. She would say that I was dirty and that I smelled. I did not care. I don't care what anyone thinks about me or what I wear. I just kept going. This happened for years. I don't know when it all started but I knew that one day I would make it stop. Butthat day...............that day she was there again waiting for me. She had the gun................what...what could I do? She was yelling at me to go into her house. She was waving the gun at me....I...I thought I was going to die. I went in and she made me go into the bathroom, get into the tub and then she started to fill it with cold water. She grabbed the bleach bottle too...she just kept yelling that I was dirty and that my mother never cared if I was clean or not. She never cared if I smelled good or not...or if I had everything I needed...." he paused and started to cry more.
"Baby I am so sorry. I was a horrible mom to you. I am so sorry.....". The mother was screaming again...both reaching across the room in an imaginary touch.
"She just kept yelling at me and I was scared. She told me to sit into the water with my clothes. I did not want to get bleach on my clothes but I was scared so I took off my pants and let them fall into the water. The whole body she kept yelling to me...I did not want to get my underwear bleached....I just stood there crying and she was yelling...I looked around to see if I could run away...I could not....I looked more...saw that rock........it took a second...that was it........second......and there was blood everywhere......I...I..............I did not know what happened at first. I was still standing in the tub...bleach burned my legs now...my pants off and my hands wet and holding a rock...there was blood everywhere...her body was laying on the floor...more blood....I ran...In my underwear.....home..and called the police....This was an accident. I did not mean to hurt her. How many times am I to sit and feel this way? How long do I have to be picked on for what I do and the way I am? It was not fair......Everyone is different and everyone does things that are strange to someone else...why am I so different?"
"You were never so different....it was.....unique....I loved that in you............I loved that you did not care what the world thought....what the world did...........You are special and you will always be........." his mother was calm....peace was in her words...........he felt her love..........
"I know mom........" he said looking at her...........

NOT GUILTY!

What a silly question. Of course these chompers are mine. They are real, they are all there, they are white, they are....well...what else could they be? I have been asked that question more times this month, which has just started...than ever before in my life...why would anyone care if I have teeth..mine or not? Not really knowing the answer to that..I will take my teeth...and.........smile.

Of everything on me that is mine...or made by people I often call my parents...one thing remains man made...my dimple. When I was small...at least 3 less than 5...I was pulling a tantrum and wacked my face on a bed pole. The muscle stuck to the skin and the doctor said I would look worse to get all the cuts and stuff done...she decided to keep it and hope for best for me.........30+years later........it is my calling....................

On Sunday I went on a date with a very handsome man. I am married but I could not pass up this chance. My hubby is out of town, and so I thought...why not! We went shopping at a few stores and then we went out to eat dinner. It was wonderful. I looked at him and smiled and he smiled back. We then went to the park and sat around for a few hours...it was so nice out and it made it a perfect time. Then we went to a movie and shared popcorn and soda. He then said he was tired and so I took him home to my house and we kissed and then went to bed......
In the morning..he came to me and said, "MOM...can I have Fruit Loops for breakfast?"