daughter merrimill so many words for son but none for a daughter of course when i get here i can't think of any 000412 ... jennifer I once knew a girl named pajama because her mother was from India and didn't know this meant bedtime apparel and thought it was a rather lovely word. I also knew a girl named Indiana Anderson. She got made fun of a lot. 000528 ... yolanda little fish. big fish. swimming in the water. come back here, man. gimme my daughter 000528 ... yolanda don't call me daughter. not fair to me. 000528 ... Mimi My mom says that she hopes someday I have a daughter that is as wild as I was....I wasn't that bad....I guess she just didn't understand. I hope that I will. 000620 ... SUZ THE FIRST PERSON THAT I WAS EVER REALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR. I REMEMBER 22YRS. AGO TAKING THIS DAUGHTER HOME FROM THE CALIFONIA HOSPITAL AND THE FEELING SETTING IN OF THIS BABY TOTALLY DEPENDS ON ME. OH WHAT A FEELING! AND WHAT A LIFE I HAVE LIVED WITH THIS DAUGHTER-LEEANN OF MINE. SHE HAS TAUGHT ME SO MUCH,ABOUT THE LOVE BETWEEN MOTHER AND DAUGHTER IS UNCONDITIONAL, ABOUT LIFE AS A SINGLE PARENT.. SO MUCH I HAVE LEARNED FROM MY DAUGHTER. THANK YOU MY DEAR FOR THE TIME OF MY LIFE. 001010 ... Father I'm placing you ahead of me... I'm putting off everything so you can have, everything... 010625 ... never feed a sabbie alkiehole i appreciate your enthusiasum suz, but please dont shout. im a little fragile, a liiiitle delicate and i have a headache 020101 ... Mahayana: Zakah: [holy crustaceans] she's not kidding & im not even flammable within [u must be an optometrist] [[working over-time]] [[[no doubt]]] 020101 ... ClairE Me. Something to be handed over, really. A Jacob's_ladder. 020101 ... jane don't call me 020808 ... thea daughter's such an offhand word for what i am. i wish i was just a daughter, but i'm not. i am the perpetual problem child. i wanted to carry an umbrella in the sun because i don't like hats. 020820 ... Chilly D Once my mom was mad at me for not practicing my piano lesson and I told her that I wanted to quit and she goes, "Why do I waste my money on you? You have no talent." I cried. I knew it stood as only truth, heh. I'm an asshole mostly... and my dad says I smart-mouth a lot... d'oh. And I deserve nothing. I'm a bad kid. I have a bad attitude. There's nothing good in me, and I have no feelings. Ha, ha... I am human, I forgot. Fuck you, mumzy. Fuck you, daddy-o. 030112 ... Queen of the Wrench It's hard to be the "artistic one" sometimes. Everything mom doesn't understand is considered stupid. "Put it on PBS and they call it art." Dad tells me he is proud of me. Is it wrong to sometimes wish your parents would split up so you could live with daddy? Dad doesn't try to understand me, but mom doesn't care. There's a difference. 030804 ... pSyche She's not even mine. Her skin, her bones, her very sinews that hold her together. They are all foreign to me. No. Foreign makes it sound as if I do not love them. Foreign makes her sound so far away and unfamiliar. She is not much younger than me, four years is all the difference, and yet she is dearer to me than anything else I have every known. She is more dear to me than my "sisters" and it scares me to say it but more than even my father. She does not understand that I would move earth and heaven to help her. She does not know what things I have sacrificed already for her happiness. But it doesn't matter. She is broken, and I am whole. Why should I not give myself so willingly to the restoration of her dark and lonely soul? What once started out as such simple acts of friendship.. well, she was so alone. I never was one for knowing the right words to say, so all I could do was comfort her, and try to give the advice that no one else offers. Her parents are so blinded by their hatred of each other. My own mother warns me that I cannot fix the entire world. But I keep asking why not. Now I am so very scared to lose her to him, even though I know he is a good guy...still- he makes her cry. What he has done to her this time, I do not know, but I cannot stand to hear her heartache. I weep for her, and the fact that I cannot be there to comfort her. Every little problem here sets me back to thinking of her, and worrying about her as she lives her life over there. If this is what loving someone is, I do not want children. I do not want love. I cannot bear this helplessness, this foreign space between us. She is not mine, but she is my daughter, and nothing will change that to me. She calls me mother, and I only pray that it will be so until I die. 070720 what's it to you? who go blather from