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Picture It & Write # 31; Her Luxury, My Need
The air felt so cold against my damp skin that it burned. I heaved myself through the icy water. Why did my useless younger brother throw my book? He was probably jealous I could read and he couldn’t. Literacy was a luxury that my father had bestowed me when he had been alive. I could hear him snorting from the side of the lake. I hissed at him to shut up. If my mother found me waist deep in the lake searching for a book she’d scour my bedroom and burn the few books I had hidden. She hated my incessant reading, she would remind me time and time again that I needed to work on my ability to cook and not my ability to read. ‘A man wouldn’t marry you for your mind, Dorothea.’ My trembling fingers clasped onto the wet book which floated with its pages open, thirsting to be read. This story of mine, of the drowned.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
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To Be Happy
For children to be happy
so little do they need
Just to change their diaper
and their mouth to feed
Their wants are very simple
for they know not greed
To gain all their love
is so easy to succeed
When it’s a healthy trust
in them that you breed
You reinforce it each day
with your every loving deed
So when you get tired
of supplying what they need
Remember it takes so little
for their happiness to exceed!
Teresa Marie 11/4/11



























