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Recovery: A Short Story by Two Cousins

My cousin Dina visited my brother Cabell and I in Boston for Thanksgiving this week. It was wonderful having her over. She looks so much like our mom, her being with us was like homesick medication. Before taking her to the airport this morning we stopped into Thinking Cup on the Boston Common for a quick couple cups of coffee. Whilst sipping away Dina and I played a literary game of air hockey with my phone and wrote this short story.

Me: The sun rose

Dina: A girl woke up

M: To music from Chopin on the radio

D: The coffee in the table was hot

M: And her windows were open

D: She likes the mornings but not this morning

M: But the sound of the ocean floating in on a cool breeze eases her mind

D: And Remains her home , but this wasn't her home

M: And then, the accident

D: The car , the crash and the silence

M: The pain in her legs every morning

D: And scars in her heart, still bleeding

M: Knowing that he is no longer there

D: And she will never see him again

M: : There is a knock at the door

D: She don't want to answer

M: Knock, knock, knock, knock

D: Who is this? And what they want? She wondered

M: A voice through the window "It's your mother, I know you're home"

D: The sound of her voice makes her relax and think that everything will be ok ... Someday

M: The End.

I didn’t even plan it. While going through my father’s old photographs the other day I found this and realized that I happened to take a photo just like it while in NY two months ago. It’s deja vu, or something like it.
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I didn’t even plan it. While going through my father’s old photographs the other day I found this and realized that I happened to take a photo just like it while in NY two months ago. It’s deja vu, or something like it.
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I didn’t even plan it. While going through my father’s old photographs the other day I found this and realized that I happened to take a photo just like it while in NY two months ago. It’s deja vu, or something like it.

This little champion is my brother Ephraim, it is his birthday today.

Happy Birthday Ēph!!

I’m so stoked that you’ve finished another year of life and are heading into a new one. Thanks for spending time with your big brothers this past winter break, and beating us at Madden until the wee hours of the morning. Thank you for making coffee for us at all hours of the day - and night. Thanks for playing chess with me and putting on some pretty good games, you’ve been getting good! I’m thankful to God for you broha, someday you’ll beat Thornton, and Cabell, and I on the board and at many other things…but that is many other birthdays down the road so be patient :).

Until then, may the Lord bless you with many more sweet years, of good family, good friends, good love, good adventures, good art, good food, good weather, a good mind, hard work, opportunities to bless others, and a joyful heart towards the Most High and his sovereignty in all things.

You’re the best youngest brother we could ever ask for.

Love,

Manasseh

ps. Give hugs and kisses to Mom, Poppa, Thomas, and Jireh for us.

* Little brother playing basketball // Astoria, Oregon | Photo: Cabell Tice (brother)