Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • You were only 2 months old when I put you to sleep in a hammock. You had to be in there as you could kick your way off the bed. I remember when I left you sleeping in it like an angel.
    Mari looked after you while you were sleeping. But still, being a child means running around playing the "IT" game.
    So, I came home to find your sister playing outside, dried snot on her cheek, she had this big smile on her face .
    The house was silent as I came in, putting the groceries down I listened for some whimper.
    The doorway of the room was concealed by a curtain and I couldn't see what's going on inside.

    "It's been 3 hours and you are still asleep...I better take a look!"
    Where is he?! He's not in the hammock ( heart pounding), I saw movement under the sheet and you were there kicking both your legs at the same time. What a big grin you have showing your toothless gum's.
    There wasn't even a cry from you. I picked you up, Mari and I were laughing.

    If only I could turn back the time,I will be able to show you again that I don't ever want to abandon you and your siblings.
    If only babies have the case like Benjamin Button, then they'd be able to discern a mother's love.

    Now, you are 14...How time goes by....Is there anyway I could go back?
    "Why?" Well Marco, you are getting more stubborn now.
    I want to believe that you are having a hard time coping with puberty. I hope so.

    Four weeks and I'll be home. Prepare the stick!
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.