Mother I know and shall remain nameless to protect those involved
from potential embarrassment, made her children, regardless of
age write a story when they argued, and she had done everything
she knew to "end the chaos."
teenage son and daughter were arguing one evening and had really
gone at each other for a few minutes. After her pleas to stop
were ignored she finally told them to write a one-page essay on
how much they loved each other.
result of this solution is shown below:
love my sister because she is the only sister I have. I love her
because she is she and doesnít take any B.S. for who she is. I
love my sister because she is pretty. I love my sister because
she is blind. I love my sister because she is bigger than I am.
I love my sister because she loves me. I love my sister because
she takes care of her pets, even though sometimes they die. I
love my sister because she is my sister and I need not give any
further reason but I have to fill the rest of this page because
my mother told me to, and I also do it because I love my sister
and I want to show it in this way so that some day she can look
back on it and say that her Rock Star brother loved her dearly,
just as she loves me. And then she will regret all of the bad
times we spent together writing these papers about how much we
love each other. We love each other dearly.
love her because we have been together for 15 wondrous years.
I have protected her and donít let anyone say anything bad about
her. Thatís My job and nobody elseís. I love her because from
time to time I learn from her. She laughs at most of my jokes
and she laughs at her own, even when nobody else finds them funny.
She is my best friend. She always finds something at fault. She
acts so ditzy at times that I want to slap her, but yet I remember
we have laughed, cried, fought, loved, talked, shared and taught
each other not to mess with each other, We still do though, and
we still love each other anyway. We havenít disowned each other
yet. So...itís looking good.
mother decided that maybe this would do for now, and concentrated
on her daughterís essay. It read like this:
love my brother very much even though he is the slime of the earth.
I love him despite his many shortcomings. Yet, he has his good
points. He never fails to make me laugh even though he made me
angry in the first place. He is funny, kind (most of the time),
talented, caring (when he wants to be), and helps me often.
has his driverís license which is a plus! But, seriously I do
love him because of his personality, life, effervescence and sunny
outlook. Itís tough to find such people these days.
love him because of what we have shared over the years. We have
been partners-in-crime, partners-in-sentence-writing, in laughter
and tears. I know he loves me even though he gets angry at me
very often and because our wills clash. I love him because and
in spite of who he is. He is my brother, my confidante, my friend,
my chauffeur, my bouncer, my teacher and my student...but most
of all a person I love to love. I love you bubby!
reading this, the mother smiled . . . mission accomplished.