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Postby denvinbo » Sun May 04, 2008 10:59 am

A sad story...Do you think so?.... :roll:
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Postby LegodeFein » Sun May 04, 2008 11:09 am

:cry: :cry: :cry:
Denvinbo,have you ever tried to illustrate your stories?

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Postby denvinbo » Mon May 05, 2008 3:17 am

LegodeFein wrote::cry: :cry: :cry:
Denvinbo,have you ever tried to illustrate your stories?


Sometimes... :)
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Postby denvinbo » Wed May 07, 2008 3:27 am

_One of the things I threw into my suitcase is the present Andy brought from the picnic - the plastic sunlight_catching thing had rainbow form with a glued space to stick on the window. Like other mother, It's my property and I didn't want to leave it.
_We went to the hospital and began a difficult "test", the doctor said that was the last hope for Andy. We lived there for 7 weeks. It turned out the last 7 weeks for Andy. We never talked to each other about dead - except 1 time. At that time, Andy was very tired and knew that he had no strength to be against for more. He tried to make me understand. He asked me weakly:
- Is it hurt when we die, mom?
_I was stupefied but I answered honestly:
- I don't know. And I don't want to talk about that because you wont die, Andy!
_He took my hand and said:
- Not yet, but I'm feeling more tired.
_I knew what he was gonna to say but I ignored and prevented all that terrible things from going in my mind.
_I always sat for a long time to see Andy sleep. Sometimes I went downtown to buy some cards and letters. I had not too much money and nearly broke. The nurse knew my situation, so they ignored when I slept in Andy's room and ate the remaining food on Andy's tray. But I always managed to collect papers and cards because Andy like receiving letters.
_The bone marrow_implanting course was a terrible "test". Andy couldn't meet anyone because his immunology capacity was too weak. I could see that Andy was lonely than he ever be...

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Postby denvinbo » Sun May 11, 2008 10:48 am

_Decided to make something for Andy, I began to meet the strangers in the waiting room and asked them:
- Could you please send my son a letter?
_I explained my situation and gave them a card or paper. In surprised, they did my request and no refuse. They looked at me and saw a mother in hurt.
_The thing made me surprise is the kind of those people, although they all had they own problems, they spent a little time to write a letter for Andy.
_Some people only wrote their signature with a soon recover hope. Some people even wrote a letter: "Hello! I'm from Idaho, come here to visit my maternal grandmother in this hospital..." and they wrote fully the page with their story, sometimes invited Andy to visit when he got better. A woman pulled me back and asked:
- 2 weeks ago, you asked me to write a letter for your son. Can I write another one?
_I sent all those letters to Andy and happy to see him when he read them. Andy had a "high tower" of letters...
_One day, I went downtown to buy some cards and saw a rainbow glass was for sale. Remembered the sunlight_catching thing Andy gave me, I thought I had to buy it. It's cost very much money but I took all my money in my purse and hurried to go back to the hospital to show Andy. He lied silently on the bed, he was so weak that he couldn't raise his head on his own. The cushion fell down but a sunlight from a window frame's slit shined slightly slanted to Andy's bed. I putted the glass in Andy's hands and said:
- Andy, make a rainbow for me, please!
_But he couldn't, he tried to raise his arm but that was out of his strength. He looked at me and said:
- Mom, when I feel better, I will made a rainbow that you will never forget...
_That was one of the last things Andy said to me. Some hours later, he was in deep of unconscious. I stayed with him in the recover room, massaged him, talked with him, read the letters for him but he didn't wake up. The only sound I could hear is the health_supplying machine's sound. I saw clearly the death's face but I still believed that in the last second, magic could appear and my son would be alive...

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Postby denvinbo » Sun May 18, 2008 3:11 am

Sorry everyone, It's a little late to have the continuation..... :oops:
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Postby denvinbo » Thu May 22, 2008 2:59 am

_5 days later, the doctors said to me that Andy's brain stopped working and it's time to separate him from the machine which kept he from dead.
_I asked them if I could carry him. So they brought a swing to the room and when I sat on the swing, they turned off the machine, carried Andy out of the bed and put him in my arms. When they lifted him up, his leg was stuck and thrust aside a plastic bottle on the table next to the bed.
_I shouted:
- Raise the cushion! I want this room is full of light.
_The nurse hurried to run to the cushion and raise it up.
_When the cushion was raised up, I saw the sunlight_catching thing had rainbow form was sticked on the window - clearly, It was belong to someone in this room before. I stopped breathe because of surprise. And when the light shined all the room, touched the bottle on the bed, everybody were surprised and stopped to see.
_The room was full of colorful lights of thousands rainbows, on the wall, the floor, the ceiling, on the blanket around Andy's body when he lied in my arms. The room was lively with many rainbows...
_No one could say a word. I looked Andy and he had stopped breathe. Andy had gone but in the hurt was coming, I still felt easy. Andy made a rainbow that he had promised me - the rainbow I couldn't forget and would never forget because it was all Andy's love for me - a mother...

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Postby denvinbo » Fri May 23, 2008 9:41 am

Mom's Christmas

_That was the economic crisis time, everything were very difficult. Mom brought us up on her own in a small inhabitants area in New Westminster. Dad died 5 years ago. We had to live with the help money - called society subsidy nowadays. The Relief Group would gave us clothes - although they were old, they were still beautiful in poor kid's eyes.
_Remembered, I knew my mom was very hardship for us to go to school. Each morning, she putted a board paper into our shoes because the shoe's soles wore out. When the children came home, mom had cooked the "French style toasted bread". That was the bread fried with a lot of pig's fat. At that time, changing house rapidly was a normal thing with my family. To rent a house, we had to spend $ 25 a month, but mom couldn't afford that. We knew that we would be expelled after Christmas, the first day of new year. That was our hard and sad time but we had no complaint.
_Christmas was coming, we were given $ 25 from the Society Organization. An inspector came to our house, checked from upstairs to downstairs to make sure that we didn't hide any foods. When he found nothing, he gave a cheque for mom. That was 4 days before Christmas. Mom said that she would spend $ 25 for paying our rent instead of buying food, to make sure that we had a place to live for more. So there would be nothing for Christmas...

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Postby Krisi » Sat May 24, 2008 1:35 pm

Hello Denvinbo,

I'm waiting... {-:

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Postby denvinbo » Sun May 25, 2008 3:51 am

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Postby Krisi » Sun May 25, 2008 10:04 am

denvinbo wrote: {-; {-; {-;


Where's the continuation Denvinbo? :-(

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Postby denvinbo » Tue May 27, 2008 9:56 am

_Mom didn't know that during that time, I sold the Christmas trees, shoveled snow and did chores things to have enough money to buy a new boots - a boots had no ladle. no board paper in the sole. I knew exactly the kind of boots I need, that was the Pierre Paris, 30 centimeters high, and $23 for a good one.
_The important day came in the evening on Christmas night. I thumped with excitement, hurried to take a bus. Only a few hundred meters walking, but on the street, I saw a house decorated with Christmas lights and many other things. I recognized that my house had no lights, no decorated things, and no money to buy candy and cookies for Christmas. Might be mo turkey or pork for tonight but I believed that we would have the "French style toasted bread".
_Continued walking, I began having a strange feeling of crime. I was going to buy a new boots, while mom was staying at home, bored and worrying many things, mom would explain why we didn't have any present. I was finding the warm for myself when mom had to manage with difficult things. I saw that I was very selfish and in deep, I felt love my mom. When i stopped at the bus station, the bus driver opened the door for me to walk in. It's seem that I stood there until the bus driver spoke loudly:
- Hey, child. Do you want to go?

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Postby Krisi » Tue May 27, 2008 2:24 pm

Thanks Denvinbo. What's next? :-) (I'll wait don't worry... :-P)

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Postby denvinbo » Thu May 29, 2008 11:24 am

_I revived, answered immediately:
- Thanks, I don't go. I changed my thinking.
_The bus went away, left me alone in dizzy. But I felt lightly, I knew what to do... On the other side, opposite the bus station was a groceries store named Piggly Wiggly. I walked into the store, my heart was full of happy. I recognized that with $23 - it was difficult to have - I could buy many things in that store. I bought a turkey, a little porks, oranges and other foods for Christmas. I spent each pennies in the most meaning way, the store keeper looked at me:
- Child, you can't bring all of this to your house on your own.
_I had 2 men helped me to bring the foods to my house - 1 kilometers distance - and reminded them to keep silent and put the foods in front of the door. Then I thumped with excitement, with tears, I knocked the door. I wanted to see my mom immediately. When the door was opened, and my mom stood there, couldn't say a word. I tried to stop my tears, said:
- Mom, Merry Christmas...
_I explained many things while everyone were bringing the food to the fridge. And that day, I was kissed so much by mom, that I thought it would be enough for the afterlife. Helping mom to make her wish come true was warmer than buying a new boots. Finally, my family had a Christmas season in happy...

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Postby Krisi » Thu May 29, 2008 12:23 pm

nice ending Denvinbo. But you seemed to be really dizzy... :-P joke!

Thanks Denvinbo.

(Sorry to say this but your location made me laugh denvinbo... can't you believe what you are doing... :lol: )

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Postby denvinbo » Fri May 30, 2008 8:55 am

Krisi wrote:(Sorry to say this but your location made me laugh denvinbo... can't you believe what you are doing... :lol: )


Ah hah - I forgot to change it....... :lol: :lol:
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Postby Krisi » Sat May 31, 2008 1:04 am

:!!: Oh my Denvinbo! You look snobbish on your new avatar but I love it...(with one eyebrow raised up, a perfect snob!) :lol: :lol: :lol:

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Postby denvinbo » Sat May 31, 2008 10:26 am

An April morning...

That was April 19th 1995. As usual, I was preparing to go to school, mom Diana was going to work at the Union building in Oklahoma city.

When I said good bye and see her later to go to school, but I totally didn't know that I would never see her again and my life was changed at that time.

About 1:30, when the loud speaker announced class end-time, I thought: "Great! May be mom picks me up." She usually made me surprised and brought me somewhere.

When I stopped at the office. Otherwise my mom, I saw my grandfather and aunt. Both of them were crying, with worry face, hurried to take my hand and go back home. In the living room, my family was crying and watching the news on TV. Glanced my eyes to the TV, I saw the building mom worked for. Most was exploded. The people was rushing out, with a lot of blood... Might be mom couldn't go home... i knelt down and began praying. In my mind, there's only a question: "Why does God treat me like this?"

Everyone stayed and waited for anything... Time passed, nothing happened. Then I saw mom's friends were carried on stretchers... They lied silently. I felt a vindictive hatred for the person caused it...and I cried. I felt powerless, lonely and mislay. Fortunately, there's still someone around me. But all I needed was mom returned home and everything was fully satisfactory... Although it would never come true...

On a Wednesday morning, 2 and half weeks after the bomb attack, aunt and grandmother were crying and that made me awake... They found my mom.

I was so happy that I kept silent. God replied my pray. I asked when mom returned home, and was answered that mom would never returned. Her body was found on 2nd floor.

Mom was "Number One" in my life. And she was "Number One" in my heart. Mom returned home on the bomb attack day, not our house on the ground, that was the heaven. I thought she was waiting to see me again. In waiting time, I would try to live better and mom could proud of me and she knew she was a special person. Ideas and belief helped me to pass each day on remain part of my life. Because I loved my mom. And I wanted she had no worry...

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Postby Krisi » Sat May 31, 2008 10:45 am

It's a nice touching story Denvinbo. Thanks.

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Postby denvinbo » Wed Jun 04, 2008 10:49 am

My Father is extremely odd!!!

He called me. He would go to the city and have dinner with me. Great? But it's only for the people has normal parents... as for me, Nope!

I guessed the scenario would be like this: Dad would go from New York to Washington D.C. When other people just went into an airplane, he took a night train from Syracuse to New York at 10 pm, then registered a "sleep space" in a car to wait for the next train left for Washington D.C at 5 am. And you thought that the dinner would be occurred at a midnight Inn, you were wrong! He didn't like anywhere, except the Inn at Penn station. So if I wanted to meet him, I would have to wander to there at midnight, with the narcotic addicted people, and wait for the train coming. We would eat sandwiches with chicken, drink a cup of hot cacao at Roy Rogers Cafe, then he'd say good bye with a kiss and find a deserted car to sleep.

Dad liked train, sitting on the train, taking photos, even listening to the train sound. When I was a kid, I thought that going by train was a normal thing, because there's only rich people had airplane. I also didn't feel odd when I had to visit my grandparents by train. The route was arranged and dad could stop to take photos...

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Postby Krisi » Wed Jun 04, 2008 11:54 pm

Your story sounded real... you're funny.

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