Momine werde werde/ destan keviri berde/ xwin riya enya zerde/ mominê koç ve rêkir/ runiştî kofi çêkir/ beriyan bêbexti lêkir/ berkê momê beran e/ bari bu hate dane/ momê yara şivane
Şerti birayê mazine/ sond xwarî mal u jine/ mominê dê kujine/ şertê birayê nave/ wi sond xwarî wê gavê/ mominê pavên avê
Qebir kolan nizaran/ girt u dae ber xenceran/ xwînê avêt guharan/ qebrê mominê rêda/ moma çav belek tê da heçî hat pêhnek lê da..
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« When I was young, my mom rounded up my family to take us somewhere to adopt a cat. We ended up falling in love with a pair of cats, a brother and sister that I named Kimi and Chuckie after the redheaded Rugrat and his adopted Parisian (??) sister. As we were adopting them, some rando saw what we were doing and, being the white man that he was,
Sometimes I wonder if my mom is BRAIN DEAD. Then there are days when I know she is.
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So while our mom had refused to pay a cent toward my education, telling me I was eighteen and should start thinking of my own self-sufficiency, our dad had cosigned for Conner’s undergraduate studies.
And yet she still remembers how to sort-of say “I love you.”
Jack Brighty's Thanks to Her Loved Ones...
Mom Diana, Aunt Lily, Sister Kathy, I'm curious about you. You are in a world beyond me now. Bridges were burned and everything was destroyed. It is no longer possible to reach you. I hope you are fine. Even if it is not in this world, if there is an eternal life, I hope you will be in peace in that world. I am grateful for your presence, but separations are also included in love, my dear elders, so only wishes can come from me to you.
- Jack Brighty
I’m sitting on a bar stool with uneven legs opposite a man I no longer love.
Her happiness came at the cost of mine.
But as much as I try to force it away, that romantic part of me is there. And it’s been there for a while.
She’s told me this story so many times before, but here she is wanting to tell it to me again.