Glares Quotes

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You've already said that, ' Alex says. 'Why should I go?' 'You're the only person I have, ' I say. 'And I want us all to be together. It will be good for us.' 'Oh, so now I'm back in the picture again.' 'Alex. Something bigger than you is occurring right now. I'm sorry about your unhappy childhood.' She glares at me in that special way of hers and Joanie's that makes me feel worthless and foul-smelling. 'So we'll tell Scottie we're going on a vacation while Mom is in the hospital?' 'It's for a day or two, ' I say. 'Scottie's been in the hospital every day for almost a month now. She needs a break. It's not good for her. I'd like you to be in charge of answering any questions she may have. She looks up to you. She'll hang on whatever you say.' I'm hoping a leadership role, a specific chore, will make Alex act like an adult and treat Scottie well. 'Can you do that?' She shrugs. 'If you can't handle things, let me know. I'll help. I'm here for you.' Alex laughs. I wonder if there are parents who can say things to their kids like 'I love you' or 'I'm here for you' without being laughed at. I have to admit it's a bit uncomfortable. Affection, in general, is unpleasant to me. 'What if Mom doesn't make it for two days?' 'She will, ' I say. 'I'll tell her what we're doing.' Alex looks uncomfortable with this idea, that what I'll say will make her mother want to live. 'I'm bringing Sid, ' she says. 'If he doesn't come, then I'm not going.' I'm about to protest, but I see the look in her eyes and know this is yet another battle that I'm bound to lose. Something about this guy is helping her. And Scottie seems to like him. He can keep her distracted. He can work for me. 'Okay, ' I say. 'Deal.

Kaui Hart Hemmings
LITTLE BOY WAR He stands alone On a vacant road, Hands shaking from the cold. His heart is aching from the untold. Under his right arm Is a tattered bag, Which he holds tightly As if it were filled with gold. He's just six, Going on seven. And it's past ten, Going on eleven. He takes another toke From his cowboy smoke, And wishes he too Could have died with his brother And taken the ride to Heaven. His tummy rumbles and grumbles. He feels faint and tries hard not to stumble. His eyes scream with muted cries, Too loud for his tired soul to conjure enough energy To even mumble. Little kid scared, Alone in the middle of a war zone somewhere, Past curfew and without a clue As to what to do or to go where. He is just standing there with A shark's glazed and Lifeless stare. And yet, His eyes reveal a whirlpool of disaster, Just another tragic kid Who can't help growing up any faster. The streets are dark and it's just him, Standing in the shadow of a blinking ATM. He now thinks of his worn mother, And how she once took his torn shirt And lovingly sewn its hem back together. He never understood Why she had always told him: 'Buckle your sandals!' She used to call, 'Buckle them good So you walk right and Stand taller than them all!' So why did he feel so small? And why does he feel like he's about to fall? He kicks his little sandals At the sand Trying to understand What Uncle Sam And his freedom plan Had done to his once beautiful land. Babylon is crashing. In front of him, memories are flashing - Rubble, ash, blood, and dust, An empire once fueled with beauty and gust Now buried under artillery, bones, and rust. In the corner of his eye, He sees a tank suddenly appear He tries to focus on its lights Like a lost and rampant deer Then that chilling electric sound Cuts and pierces through his ears The tank stops. A lady emerges from its top, And examines the boy and sneers. She asks him what he is doing outside by himself And warns him that there are now new rules That all must adhere. But Little Boy War Glares without A drip of fear. He swings his precious bag high up in the air And cries: 'I'm not alone! Look! My mother is in here!' I watched from a distance Then turn away to disappear My heart felt like a cold rock And I couldn't control my tears. Behind my back And in my mind The little boy's Words echo forever So loud And clear: 'In here and always near. Her hands and heart are right here!

Suzy Kassem
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