The Chore

While going through a storage bin of old paperwork I found an old Composition assignment that my sister wrote back on November 8, 1989. My daughter was not even two months old when this was written. She is now 24 years old. I thought I would share.

Racing for the mall doors, we rush in, getting away from the cold wind. We impatiently wait for Renee to fix the stroller, while Ashley squirms in my arms. After a few minutes of pulling, pushing, and kicking the stroller, mom and Renee get it together. Ashley, seeming to be content with her new place, falls into a light snooze before we get to the junior dresses department.
Progressing forward through the store, I struggle to keep the wobbling stroller from colliding with the clothes racks. As Renee finds her selections, Ashley awakens and peacefully lays looking at the things above. As Renee tries on the last dress of the day, Ashley's face turns bright red, she opens her mouth, and in a couple of seconds informs everyone in the store of her unhappiness. Renee quickly changes back into her clothes and feeds Ashley as mom and I wait outside the dressing room. They came out and Ashley is whimpering as if she didn't have enough to eat.
We decide to get something to eat and Ashley quiets down during the walk to the restaurant. As Renee starts to eat, Ashley feels it is time to wrinkle up her face and release a few more tears. After a few minutes, Renee gets Ashley comfortable and Renee begins her meal. After inconveniencing everyone else with having a stroller in the middle of the isle, Renee finishes her last bite of the "burning" peach (we think they were spoiled) and we get out of there.
Unable to find Pearl Vision, we are left with only one more thing to do; use the computer directory in the middle of the mall. While looking through the glasses, mom drops a whole tray of glasses onto the floor, Renee chooses to feed Ashley in the store since there was a seat in a corner. Laughing at mom, we make our way back to the clothes department to buy a dress. Finally our warn out bodies went jogging back to the car. Just goes to show you that a baby can make even shopping a chore.
~Nikki Schneider

The Truth

The truth is that some people don't like the truth.

 That's why we hide what is truly inside.

If people find out about this or that

what would they think of me. 

I hide some truths, so do you

that's how secrets are created.

I write about things that truthfully happened to me,

people don't want to hear what I have to say,

but that's ok, I'm going to say it anyway.

The truth.