Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window





"Forever", he promised her. Forever and ever. Those two years were the happiest in her life. She was a young girl of fifteen, who had yet to see anything of the world. But, after she met him, she knew she didn't need to. She had everything she wanted, right there in that little cottage. Their days were filled with sunshine, laughter, and chases through the tall grass that grew behind the house. Their nights were filled with soft kisses and the lustful indulgences of young love. Even though they could not marry, they were happy.



But on the day of her seventeenth birthday, the letter came. it was from her father, wishing her a happy birthday.At least, that's what the first line said. Before she could read any more, he came up from behind and embraced her, pressing her body into his and whispering in her ear. "meet me in the garden when you're done, love". He stole her words out of her mouth with his lips, and then he was gone, running and jumping and laughing joyously. She smiled, and then returned to her letter. but as her eyes traveled down the page, her stomach turned over, and she felt her throat constricting. Her father wishes for her to return to court, and marry a man 20 years her elder who she has never met.



She ran to their room, and collapsed onto their bed, knocking over a bowl of fruit in the process. Silent sobs racked her body as tears flowed down her cheeks and soaked into the linens. She could hear his laughter coming from the open window, which only made her sob harder. Once she finished, she stood up and read the letter to herself over and over again, hoping that maybe this time, the words would be different. maybe this time, she wouldn't have to go. But she knew. As she clenched the letter in her trembling hands, she watched her love through the open window and knew that she must leave him behind.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Celebrity adoptions (those crazy famous people)

Adoption is something that I believe strongly in, and, if i ever do decide to have children, it will be through adoption. I'd like to share this possibility with the world, and hopefully it will become a more popular thing to do. We've all heard about the celebrities (Angelina, Madonna, etc.) who have adopted multiple children. I'm not really sure where my opinions lie on this matter. On the one hand, I completely support adoption, especially from other countries. I'm pretty sure that Angelina had her biological children through cesarean section, which isn’t exactly pleasant, so it’s cool that she can adopt. I don’t know much about Madonna, but I’m happy that they actively support adoption. It would be great if their fame lets other people know about the option, and causes them to do it as well. But, on the other hand, I think it gives them a little too much attention. It’s not good for any children, adopted or not.

It reminds me of the issues with the “Octomom”, or Jon and Kate plus eight, the TV show. They’re using their kids for fame and publicity, which is terrible for the children and for them. Octomom (I don’t know her real name) doesn’t seem perfectly sane to me. I mean, who on earth would want eight children? And all at the same time? All of those children are underweight, and are probably malnourished from having to share all that space in the womb. As for Kate, after her and Jon’s divorce, she’s been cruel to her children and using them to make even more money.

I don’t know if Angelina and Madonna are using their children for money or not. If they just want to have a big, happy family, that’s really great. But If they are, then, if you ask me, they’re the worst kind of person. Its child abuse in my eyes, and it shouldn’t be allowed.

Friday, September 25, 2009

The bane of my existence and how he came to be.

Also known as adoption. A definition: basically, taking someone else's biological kid and raising them as your own. But, contrary to popular belief, its not as simple as that. We adopted my little brother from Kazakhstan when he was almost a year old, and it was a long process. Exciting, scary, and tedious, but mostly long. I'm sure that now, 5 years later, my feelings would be different. But i guess my feelings are stuck in time, because this is what i remember:

It started with paperwork. well, that's not entirely true. First my parents had to decide where they wanted to adopt from, what gender they wanted the child to be, and how old. Then came the paperwork. Tons of it. Basically, the agency that we adopted through had to conduct a huge investigation of my parents. Their jobs, their criminal records, everything.They look for anything that might incline that they would be inadequate parents. They went to court a few times, to further the inspection, and then, finally, all the work paid off.

They went to Kazakhstan and met my new little brother, Sasha. They were gone for three weeks, and i couldn't go because i had school. (of course, but it was still disappointing) They visited him in the "Baby House" (that's what they call them in Kazakhstan, i guess) almost everyday. Then they came back. They had the option of staying there for 5 weeks straight, or coming back for a week, then leaving again. They chose the latter because, when they left the second time, i got to go with them!!! We stayed for one week, and the first day we were there, we went to the baby house and took Sasha with us. It took him a while to adjust to his new environment, but Sasha is now a completely Americanized boy (yaaaay!). As the silly 10 year old that i was, I had sort of hoped that he would still know Russian after he grew up, but he couldn't talk yet when we adopted him, so that idea was shot to the ground. so that's my story! i think the next subject will be why i think adoption is the thing to do. See you then!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Hello Charlotte-a song. or poem.

Okay, so I'm not a musician. i played piano when i was little, and i DO own a guitar, but i have yet to learn anything. i do, however, enjoy writing songs. or poems, if you prefer, since i usually forget the tune after i write the first line or two. anyways, i couldn't think of anything to write about, and this song has been my project sort-of thing this week, so i figured, why not? It's about a few things, none of which i feel like talking a whole lot about, but i will say that its about a friend of mine. Obviously her name isn't Charlotte, otherwise i wouldn't be putting it on the Internet. (god forbid she should find out its about her!) Charlotte is my favorite name in the whole world, cause i think its really poetic. so, here ya go!

Hello Charlotte

hello, Charlotte, what is it that you're looking for?
there's something here that wasn't ever here before
violet eyes open, she begins to run
teardrops fall, bloom into hope for everyone

i had forgotten those lovely, lonely days
floating alone in the sweet caress of twilight
the first rays of sunshine fall upon my face
they warm my heart, and i don't want to leave this place

she tries to find something that will never be
almost in her grasp, but she cant see

so hello Charlotte, what is it that you're looking for?
there's something here that wasn't ever here before
violet eyes open, she begins to run
teardrops fall, bloom into hope for everyone

a thousand arrows fly, but only one will hit its mark
my heart twists into the shape of a question mark
a broken voice cries out, and my legs collapse in fear
i hear her whisper "where do i go from here?"

the dark closes over me, like sleep after a long day
my eyes slide shut, but i have just enough strength to say

hello Charlotte, what is it that your looking for?
i don't know where, but i know it isn't here
so run, dear Charlotte, before your door closes
it seems so far, but know that i am near

violet eyes open, she begins to run
teardrops fall, bloom into hope for everyone
there's something here that wasn't ever here before
hello Charlotte, what is it that your looking for?