This almost made me cry, to think of how my mother might feel sometimes when we argue. We may not scream at each other and lock ourselves in our rooms, but it still hurts nonetheless. I really like this and it really makes you stop and think, eh?

Wow. So this is very moving. I only went through the "You don't know me stage" briefly because my parents and I were very close, but this is very moving. I see so many people who fight with their family and usually about trivial things, and this just... wow. I don't think many people think about how the mother feels about it all. I love this piece of work. )

Again, amazingly written. Beautiful descriptions. Everything was clear-but you weren't telling. You have a great deal of talent, and obviously a lot of maturity, judging from your profile.

This is my only criticism: "And that one… If I’m still yours?" doesn't make much sense to me...even in context. It works with the tone/style, but is unclear. I understand the "if I'm still yours?" but what is the "that one" referring to? (now that I wrote that, it'll be something incredibly obvious. Again, attack of the cloudy brain.)

Despite that, you're on my favorite authors list...and author alert.

Now this - this is all Victim was not. This is much more lyrical, and much more poignant. Well said indeed.

I figured it out – and it took too long.

I absolutely love this piece of writing, Taltush/MeiMei. It holds a world of truth that I can relate to it, and relate to it painfully. It had taken me until I was eighteen, nearing nineteen, to stand still and see the world and me through my parents eyes, and now twenty I am still learning to hear the purpose of their words, although not always agreeable (there’s still the issue of a generation gap and a cultural divide). I liked how progression of the child’s growth entwined with certain objects and sayings to ground the situation, e.g. flower, “I hate you”, white-washed door etc. My favourite lines in this piece:

““Look,” you would cry happily, thrusting an old, dried out flower in my face, the crunchy petals cracking as they touched my face. I took it tenderly, and pinned it to my shirt. All for that smile of glee. I would wear it for a week or so; until you forget that you were the one to give it to me.”

Cheers, Autumn.

(P.S. Yes, I adore Joe Hisaishi’s music – at least those that I have heard! I first discovered it from a Miyazaki animation – whose films a brilliant by the way – and have been in love with “Kimi wo Noste” ever since!)

I never really thought it about it that way. I think this is beautiful. the simplicity really helps because it's as if you, or rather the character in the story, want your child to listen to you. and also that your child will forever your child, your baby. (: this really enlightened me. (no, I'm not exaggerating) great, great, stupendous job with this story. it really touched my heart. (:

this flows very well. It a very cute story and sad at the same time. Good job

Fucking love this. (although i'm sure i can argue about this)

Love the simplicity in the beginning, and then the gradual yet abrupt transition between child and teen/adult. "Maybe take your feet from off of the floor, and turn your head." beautiful

If I had any more room on my favorite stories, this would definitely be on it. But... until then, you stay on the favorite authors list :) ... which is still totally cool

hahaha.. ok, back to studying for finals.

I'm sure that's exactly how a lot of mothers feel. Very good imagery, I felt as though I /was/ the mother, or, if not, exactly where she was, seeing through her eyes at the door that had just been slammed brutally. I just had an idea. So I'll go write it. See if you like it, it'll probably come up in a week or so. (Today is June the 13)Tad