Sparows heart

name is Olivia I'm nine years old. My mom died when I was two. I don't remember my mom but

my aunt tells me stories of when I

was little and how she showed so much love to the orphans down the road

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You see my mom she was an heiress of trillions of dollars from her father when he died.My aunt

said my mom would often say "I will never let the love of money enter my heart and take over my

life." My aunt told me she was hard worker but she always put family first. Had a great job and

provided for the family she only used the will money to help the needs that needed met at the local

orphan house down the road.

I often wonder how their lives are, down there at the orphan house. Are the people kind like

mothers? Are they harsh like evil step mothers? So on my tenth birthday I told my dad that I

wanted to do 2 things,1: visit the orphanage once a week and play with the kids and bring my toys

so they can play with them and 2:I want the money you were going to spend on me to go the. orphans.

For my 16 birthday I want to have a small birthday and part of that money should go the orphanage.

My father gave me a wide stare then said "are you sure"? I said yes and skipped off to my room to

play with my toys I had gotten for my birthday. The next day was Thursday and I made a list of what could do with the kids when I went to visit them Friday.

Dads pov

I was upset when Julia died. It was the most devastating thing.cried for a solid week. Then when I couldn't cry anymore I mourned her in per ways. I never showed my sadness to my little girl. She was nine when her mother died. I would never want the burden on making me to feel happy on her. It was my responsibility as the dad to comfort my little girl. She showed her emotions very readily and easily as she was a nine year old yearning for her mother to comfort her. I tried my best. To take care of my own grief and comfort her too. It was not an easy task. She was a good girl for the most part, she threw tantrums when she really wanted something. And being the pleasing father I am, I gave in. I caved just like that. You could she had me wrapped around her finger. I just say I was rewarding her for her persistence. In my book that Paul's get her far. If she used it right and with judgement.

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Rain or Sparrows

It rained Friday when i went to go see the kids. The day was dreary not a sparrow in the sky. I like

sparrows cause they remind me of my mom. It was 2 o'clock when my dad droped me off at the

orphanage. He gave me until 5 to play then picked me back up at 5 for supper.

It was a crazy night. My dad and I made homemade pizza as we jamed out to billy joel and other

various musics that were fun and up beat. We then ate the pizza and settled down about 9 and

watched a movie. We passed out at 11.

Now here i am 4 years later and my dad and i not talking. I have a step mom now. I HATE IT! She

is mean and did i fail to mention she has a son who's 2 years older than me and is mean too? Yeah

well he is. My now new step mom doesn't do jaksquat her son doesn't do anything and i am left to

do everything. My dad is a coward and doesn't stand up to her. I wish he would.

I bought a cage and went out in a field and caught a sparrow so i could be close to my mom with

all the changes happening. NOW EVERY YEAR I COUNT DOWN THE DAYS UNTIL I TURN

ANOTHER YEAR OLDER UTILL IM 18.4 years later and im 18. Yes bless this day of freedom!!

My step mother died Oct 19 2019. I did not mourn for her, but rejoiced for the fact that my dad

was free. He of course mourned over her. I comforted him. But did not weep, I didn't loose

anything; I only gained something from this death. That day I saw THREE sparrows. Mom must

have been rejoicing too. My mom loved my dad and she would have wanted him and me to be

happy. But neither of us where so I knew she was happy when dad was free.

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Sparrow College

I'm now 19 and happily loving college. I met somebody and he is really awesome. His name is

Jake he is 4 years older than me. We have music in common and our hobbies in common. We get

along great. Until one Sunday Jack and I got into a fight. It was a boisterous fight. I contradicted

him when he was parenting our two year old daughter he got mad and started yelling at me and

finally he hit me. Not once or twice but 7 times. I went to my room after we argued and cried. I

decided I needed to talk to my dad so he could help me out of my situation, I had no idea that my

dad would be drunk he got mad immediately and came right over her got his butt kicked by Jack,

and jack was even more enraged that I had brought my dad into the fight, and hit me some more.

He then left me with three broken ribs.

That night I prayed that my mom was not seeing what was happening to the two she loved so

much. But as i aready knew she had seen it all. It brought tears to my eyes every time I thought of

my mom. every year I thought of my mom on her birthday and every year it got better. I still have

the sparow and the sparow turned another year older on the same day as my mom. It was to

honor my mom. To keep her in my memory.

I will never forget my mom.I just come to accept it more as each year goes bye.

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