My Dad Is A Christian But When At 8,after Hearing The Story Of Isacc And Abraham, I Asked If He Would

My dad is a Christian but when at 8,after hearing the story of Isacc and Abraham, i asked if he would do something like that to me he said "No, I love you too much".What is God's love in front of your child?

In another universe, my brother gets to be born and live, and I get to hug him.

in another universe, you realize that she isn’t good for you and we get to be friends again

My ancestors *watching me peal a mango and bite into it like an apple because I am too lazy to cut it* : Our daughter is eating the golden apple of the gods, from lands far away delivered to her hand by a fair lad, she prospers!

My parents’ friend

My parent's friend’s died before I was born, he was a bit crazy,one hell of a mind, he worked hard and was an electrician, he had his motorbike in his bedroom for some reason (no one actually figured out how he managed to move that there each winter alone withouth fail),his brother, another family friend is my uncle more than my actual uncles. Each year there is a concert in his honor, and there is a trumpet piece they always do that will make your whole body shiver if you got to hear it. The details have always been fuzzy for me, death was something my parents tried to shelter me from ,it didnt work, i have been more funerals that one should have been at my age in my opinion, yet they just now started to share things about him. He built the electrical system in the garage and the laudry room in my house, i never knew that, when we came back last night and i saw the lights there (working perfectly after 20 years) I thought that even when we are gone little pieces of us will always remain, even people who havent known us will remeber us...maybe truly all humans are connected somehow.

Thank you so much! I am really touched!

Does anyone remember when I made that post about what if Bloom had lost the fight against Nebula and had to give her the wizards? Well, I asked if anyone would want to see that as a fanfic, and @dutifullyoptimisticdeer said that they would love to read it, so here you go! I’m so sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it!

I’d love to hear thoughts, as always!

I hope they are happy

I hope my ancestors are happy, I hope they look down on me and are so, so proud of themselves, and maybe a little bit of me. 

I get to get ready to go out with a friend (How many girls in my bloodline did the same? I don't think there is anything more universal), I get to put coconut oil in my hair and spray it profume on me (My great-grandparents probably didn't even know what a coconut was), I get to put Arnica gel on my poor legs after going to the gym (My ancestors were roman, maybe a soldier long, long ago did the same thing with the same kind of plant), I have gold and silver on my wrists, rings and bracelets (My mother’s name means “Leftovers” they had nothing, nothing, and now i wear gold and silver)

I get to do all of this because of them, because they existed, and they loved, and they hoped and prayed and did all they could to give their children a better life than the one they had (“Everything we do is for you,dont you dare feel guilty about that” my fathers say when i am sad because they have to spend money on me). And I am so so thankful, and I wish I could repay them, I wish I could do something to show them how much it meant at the end, how good they did, because gods they deserve to know that.

And i hope and i wish and i pray i am making them proud to because i am doing my very very best, to make a name for myself and make my family, all of them included so so proud of me and make sure my kinds, like me, like their kids, got to live a better life than the one i had, even if mine is really really good and i am thankfull.