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Every Sunday afternoon at 2 p.m., my grandfather would refuse to let go of his battered, 10-year-old flip phone, which made its usual ringing noise. Updates on his life in Oklahoma, my father’s health, my sister’s wedding plans, the old lady down the street digging in her yard with her dog. The slow vowels blend together like writing. He never said those words. But he didn’t call my girlfriend of five years “friend.”
Two meals twenty years apart
A few days ago, while eating meat, my mother was talking about our birthday, when we didn’t eat much. Even at 11, she told me to think about it because when she asked me what I liked, I just said Nilagang Baka, my favorite Filipino beef stew. My heart was good, but I didn’t know then that even beef had become a luxury. For my birthday, my mother made me beef stew; enough beef for me. After more than twenty years, I took him to Wolfgang’s for Christmas and we had steak for two. Finally, my sweet mother helped him join in. Pola del Monte
my two souls
I am pregnant for the first time. Sadness moved between my legs, pulling my body against the fabric of the couch. I felt Sam’s eyes were tender and worried. “Can I call Emma?” he asked softly. I met his eyes, which looked heavier and more tired than usual. I nodded, thank you. Thirty minutes later, my best friend was standing in the doorway like a god. He picked up a can of tomato paste and handed it to me. “It’s dark in here,” he said. “Why don’t we turn on some lights?”
$75,000 snowblower for sale
On the final day of our divorce, we had to sort out our business issues, like our negotiations. I was ready to cry and “swim through the mud” and move on. First, I asked my ex-husband, “What do you need to sign the papers?” I paid him $75,000 for my freedom and walked away with nothing but a big boy snowblower. A few years later, I listed the snowblower on Facebook Marketplace as “$450 $75,000 snowblower.” But the prices were very cheap.