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The Art of Transparency!!!!!
art1 ärt/ noun 1. the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. "the art of the Renaissance"... synonyms: fine art, artwork "he studied art" 2. the various branches of creative activity, such as painting, music, literature, and dance. "the visual arts" trans·par·ent transˈperənt/ adjective *(of a material or article) allowing light to pass through so that objects behind can be distinctly seen. "transparent blue water"... synonyms: clear, crystal clear, see-through, translucent, pellucid, limpid, glassy, vitreous More *easy to perceive or detect. "the residents will see through any transparent attempt to buy their votes" synonyms: obvious, evident, self-evident, undisguised, unconcealed, conspicuous, patent, clear, crystal clear, plain, (as) plain as the nose on your face, apparent, unmistakable, easily discerned, manifest, palpable, indisputable, unambiguous, unequivocal "a transparent attempt to win favor" *having thoughts, feelings, or motives that are easily perceived.
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The Letter: From The Invisible Daughter
Where do I begin?? I’m really not sure…. For me it all started when I was maybe 5 or 6 years old, I remember sitting at the dinner table as my biological brother burst out in anger telling me my mother wasn’t my real mother. I was in total shock. I am only a little girl, what do you mean this is not my mother. I looked at my “mom” and asked her what he was talking about still young and having no clue what was being said or what was about to happen. She looked at me and said eat your food baby don’t listen to him. So here it is, I lived with my mom dad and two brothers, my mom was a house wife and my dad went to work as a cab driver at night and some type of job where he wore a suit and tie during the day, (I don’t really remember what he did for a living, I just remember the cab he drove at night), my mom would get us (the kids) up every morning, cook us breakfast, dress us and take us to school walking us to class one by one. On weekends I would go to my aunt’s house to spend the weekend. She was the best aunt in the world to me, my brothers never went over there with me though, it was just me, her and my uncle Chuck. We went everywhere, I remember having a great time with her and my uncle, they would take me shopping, take me to movies, zoo, museums etc. every single weekend. At the end of the weekend, my aunt would either dress me up on Sundays and drop me off at church to my mom, or keep me until Monday, take me to school and my mom would come get me from school that day. My mom being a full time housewife, she would let me help her cook dinner for the boys and dad; my dad would come in every day, and ask “Molly (that was my nickname that he had just for me), what’s for dinner?”… I would laugh as I told him what I had cooked just for him, he would laugh give me a hug and go upstairs to wash up for dinner, he would come back down and we would eat. After dinner, dad and the boys would sit in front of the TV until it was time for bed or until dad left for his night job, as mom and I cleaned up the kitchen and got work and school clothes for everybody ready for the next day.. I thought life could not have been any better…… That’s until the “secret” was revealed. Maybe a couple days after my brother told me my mother wasn’t my mother, my aunt came over to get me and they then told me that the story was true. My mother was really my aunt and my aunt was really my mother, but that means, the man that I knew as my father was not my real father he is my uncle, and my brothers were not my brothers they are my cousins. That also means that my uncle chuck is my dad, and my cousin that told me the secret is actually my brother….… Life at that moment changed forever… Dear Dad,
I am no longer a little girl anymore, my innocence was given away. I thought it would make me feel better, I thought he would love me. He turned out to be just like you. He doesn’t care either. He is just around to get my “innocence” and move on to the next. But aint that how this love thing goes? Aint that what boys are supposed to do? He at least called me pretty, he even said I was beautiful at times. Something I have never heard from you. He comes over and spends time with me. You haven’t done that. Is this what love feels like? Is this what love looks like?? I am really curious to know how this goes, because this to me feels the same way I feel when you are not around…. It feels a little emotionally painful…… Is this love?? Love, Your Invisible Daughter |
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