‘Mom, hold my hand!’, shouted the boy. He was afraid. Mom held his hand. It felt good. He did not feel afraid anymore.
‘Son, hold my hand!’, shouted the mom. They were walking back home. The boy did not. He wanted to run. He did not feel afraid. He did not see why he should hold mom’s hand. Mom shouted the same several more times. He still did not see why. Until a car suddenly appeared before him. It did not hit him, but it was frightening enough for him to not let mom’s hand go at all. He held her hand tight. But he let it go soon because he wanted to run. And mom started shouting again.
Back then, it was easy to feel safe. Just hold mom’s hand. Now was not like that. He felt unsafe. But there was no hand to hold onto. He shouted: ‘Mom, can I hold your hand?’. No one heard. How he would feel safe, he did not know.
As he walked back home now, he could hear mom’s shouting in his head: ‘Son, hold my hand!’. In his head now, he was holding her hand right away. Even that made him feel a bit safe. So, he did not let go of it. Ever again. Ever. Again.
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A beautiful illustration of that unique bond we share with our mothers. Great Post.
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This is so touching! ❣
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Nice post!
I used to walk my oldest to school in elementary… he would say to me “mum will you always hold my hand?”
I said “yes always, but I would like that statement in writing lol, because when you are older you will forget you said that.. I will always want to hold your hand”
And he said “I won’t forget mum, you can walk me to college and hold my hand” lol
I did not hold his hand walking him to college lol… but I remind him of that convo from when he was 5 😄😄❤️
I have always and will always be there for him ❤️ for ALL my kids…
And when I needed – they turned around and held my hand tightly ❤️🥰❤️
Yeah very beautiful post ❤️
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So beautiful! I like how the nice your conversation with your son was! Thank you for sharing!
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Touching.
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“A true Mother will always sacrifice herself for survival and vitality of her cubs just like Lioness”
Those that are blessed and privileged to have a real loving caring Mother are rich beyond any measure of materialism of value.
I was not one of those the things I endured and the Hell I was thrashed into was unspeakable acts of sadistic pure Nemesis.
I am alive here and now because of only one entity M E period as I take in everything draw breath into my lungs and know I am alive.
My story is one that has been told and I am not ashamed to share it and no I am far far from as they say ” I’m okay “not even fucking close but I take things day by day and in strides as I learned to cope and adapt.
My story is one where I can tell it whereas many many others are nothing but fragments of shattered glass that were aspirated into silent terror.
“A cruel hidden secret of corrugated revelations lock in depths of Pandora’s unconscionable Box .”
“Sometimes no matter what the scars you have some wounds never close just the salt soaks deeper into your decaying scorched tissue ” E.O.S
Slainte
Alex
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I am so sorry to hear this, Alex. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been and how hard it still is for you. But you must be very strong if you are now still your own and continue to do the best you can. That is all we can do in life anyways, so you are doing the right thing. Keep going and don’t let your strength be shattered.
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Thank you Betul
If I was tell you I am fine or good far far from it every day is constant struggle raging war against the constant state of quicksand.
As I said ” some wounds never …ever close just the salt soaks deeper into scorched decaying tissue ”
Without( it) I wouldn’t had been given LIFE so it gets that one and only that one if( it) was ceased to exist tomorrow deepest depths of the Brimstone’s belly would be too merciful.
When I was 10 I tried once to branch out for desperate rescue by someone I thought I could trust I guess wrong ”
I was mocked and ridiculed because what I was telling them was too surreal to even fathom that pure Nemesis like that could be allowed to flourish and breathe.
I knew that night I believe whole heartedly that wouldn’t ever see the sun rise again I was absolutely terrified and lost all sense of hope.
But something inside of me told me don’t give up keep fighting and give it all I got !!!
The darkness so many run away from or have fear towards is what was welcoming solace with open arms it molded me in so many ways without it I honestly wouldn’t be here alive”
I don’t know how to explain it was it my Father’s energy telling me to embrace the suck and keep driving forward no matter what?
I also had Raven appeared to me twice not sure what that meant but in many cultures the Raven is Guardian keeper watchful protector again was that my Father again no idea but it too was telling me to endured and not let them have empowerment over me and to fight for my soul.
Here is my story
I have to warn you there things your going to read and visualized that are very horrendous and sadistic if it is too much I understand.
It’s a lot to taken in and truly cipher but please share with others or on your blog.
I am not ashamed to say that I have been shattered in so many ways unlike many including little Gabriel Fernandez their stories are never heard just shattered fragments of what use to resemble tormenting suffocation.
“The mind can be a place of amazing wonder but it can also be horrifying and sadistic cruel solidarity ” E.O.S
https://evolutionofselffeedyourhunger.wordpress.com/2019/11/28/my-story/
Thank you for continuous support and words of encouragement
Slainte
Alex
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I am honestly at a loss for words. I don’t know what to say. I am glad, however, that you are making your story heard. Keep going and keep being strong!
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Thank you so much Betul
To know I am not alone and others care what happen to means a lot because many , many never get their story heard or told because they are snuffed out from immense ensuffering.
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Beautiful and heartfelt..
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Wonderful!
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Wow…this brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for this beautiful post. ❤️❤️❤️
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ohhh💜 Thank you so much!
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