tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post8136738604234646442..comments2024-01-14T06:06:09.220-06:00Comments on Boricua in Texas: Fiction Friday # 22- SecretsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post-527568262388299102007-09-29T19:11:00.000-05:002007-09-29T19:11:00.000-05:00I saw some real comparisons in your story to us in...I saw some real comparisons in your story to us in our adult lives, Ingrid. How often we tend to feel like we are the only one who has ever been in a bad or uncomfortable situation - until we confide in another or they confide in us... or we share it on our blogs! :-) I am always amazed at how universal such experiences are. I think most of us can recall the very first time we lied to our parents. Our sense of guilt was so much strong then than it is now!josie2shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15452791371126155173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post-76282560143416383632007-09-28T22:39:00.000-05:002007-09-28T22:39:00.000-05:00Moving story and one that is universal, I'm sure. ...Moving story and one that is universal, I'm sure. Nicely told!Tumblewords:https://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post-78430789393086512102007-09-28T18:48:00.000-05:002007-09-28T18:48:00.000-05:00I thought your story was great! Your right with th...I thought your story was great! Your right with the same _VOICE_as my dad only diffrent type of stories. Your story is cool and i think it wuld go good as a movie to teach kids a lesson not to do bad things and not _HIDE_it. You are very good at writing your writing is neat as my TEACHER says to kids who write good! I wonder how you could deal with you brother BLACK MAILing you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post-91622670340018515572007-09-28T17:58:00.000-05:002007-09-28T17:58:00.000-05:00I think every parent can relate to the mother's si...I think every parent can relate to the mother's situation here. She done good, raising a kid who is so torn up by guilt over that. When I was in third grade, I missed the school bus. Rather than walk to school (a mile uphill on a snowy day), I stayed home. When my dad got home that day, he asked how school was. I said <I>fine</I> in a little voice, and my answer lasted all of about ten minutes. Then I fessed up in a flood of tears. Well, I was only in third grade after all.PJDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05028687955957107957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post-45855681190181082242007-09-28T11:06:00.000-05:002007-09-28T11:06:00.000-05:00A heart-warming tale! I like how they both did the...A heart-warming tale! I like how they both did the same thing!Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15149139820474072721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post-8475435623384915532007-09-28T09:22:00.000-05:002007-09-28T09:22:00.000-05:00that was a GREAT post. I have to get in on these f...that was a GREAT post. I have to get in on these fiction Fridays or three word Wednesdays sometime in the future.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37084648.post-38822354902984985072007-09-28T08:39:00.000-05:002007-09-28T08:39:00.000-05:00that was so loving... so tender... i love it....that was so loving... so tender... i love it....paisleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08231453820728399262noreply@blogger.com