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Nasty letter from father...where my difficult child is living now
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 620071" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I have told this story before.</p><p></p><p>Once upon a time, there was a family of frogs living in a toxic pond. The water was brackish and warm, the plants and lilies and tadpoles deformed, the sun glaringly hot. But life in the pond was all any of them knew. One day, a brilliant green frog from a neighboring pond began singing his song. The song was so beautiful, the frog himself so brilliantly green, that a young lady frog from the poisoned pond gathered her courage and leaped out of the water. Though she could hardly believe what the handsome male frog told her about clear, running water and silvery dragonflies and lilies with deep, succulent roots, the young lady frog ran away with him, that very night.</p><p></p><p>The pond he brought her to was fresh and bright, and the water in it was sweet, so sweet! And it made her healthy and strong to live in that sweet water. And she felt badly for her family, living in the poisoned pond, but she did not go back.</p><p></p><p>One day, the frog had a daughter. And her child was so beautiful, so perfectly formed and so brilliant a green! And the frog began to miss her own mother. She wanted to show her mother her new baby. </p><p></p><p>And one night, she made her way back to the poisoned pond.</p><p></p><p>Smelling the brackish, stagnant scent she remembered so well, she hesitated. </p><p></p><p>Promising herself it was only for a short time, the frog leaped into the water with her baby, so excited to be with her family, so excited to show them her baby and to tell them about her handsome frog husband and her new life in that sweet water pond where she lived, now.</p><p></p><p>As the water closed over her head, the frog felt a momentary confusion. She shook it off. Eager to find her family, she paddled through that stinking, brackish water.</p><p></p><p>Oddly enough, it smelled like...home.</p><p></p><p>Her family did not respond the way she thought they would. In fact, they were angry. They asked her who she thought she was, to have thought she could live anywhere else.</p><p></p><p>The frog felt herself begin to weaken. </p><p></p><p>When her family stopped questioning her about who she thought she was, and began telling her who she really was...she hardly noticed. But then, looking down into her daughter's pretty green face, the mother frog felt her head clear. </p><p></p><p>She decided she would leave the poisoned pond. </p><p></p><p>But somehow...she didn't have the strength to climb the river's bank. She felt so weak, so confused and isolated and afraid, there in that poisoned pond with her family. By the time the sun set that day, the frog began to understand that no one in the healthy pond had ever really wanted someone like her, anyway.</p><p></p><p>Later still, just as the moon began to rise, the frog heard her mother whispering to her beautiful, green baby, telling her about what was real, and what was not. </p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 620071, member: 17461"] I have told this story before. Once upon a time, there was a family of frogs living in a toxic pond. The water was brackish and warm, the plants and lilies and tadpoles deformed, the sun glaringly hot. But life in the pond was all any of them knew. One day, a brilliant green frog from a neighboring pond began singing his song. The song was so beautiful, the frog himself so brilliantly green, that a young lady frog from the poisoned pond gathered her courage and leaped out of the water. Though she could hardly believe what the handsome male frog told her about clear, running water and silvery dragonflies and lilies with deep, succulent roots, the young lady frog ran away with him, that very night. The pond he brought her to was fresh and bright, and the water in it was sweet, so sweet! And it made her healthy and strong to live in that sweet water. And she felt badly for her family, living in the poisoned pond, but she did not go back. One day, the frog had a daughter. And her child was so beautiful, so perfectly formed and so brilliant a green! And the frog began to miss her own mother. She wanted to show her mother her new baby. And one night, she made her way back to the poisoned pond. Smelling the brackish, stagnant scent she remembered so well, she hesitated. Promising herself it was only for a short time, the frog leaped into the water with her baby, so excited to be with her family, so excited to show them her baby and to tell them about her handsome frog husband and her new life in that sweet water pond where she lived, now. As the water closed over her head, the frog felt a momentary confusion. She shook it off. Eager to find her family, she paddled through that stinking, brackish water. Oddly enough, it smelled like...home. Her family did not respond the way she thought they would. In fact, they were angry. They asked her who she thought she was, to have thought she could live anywhere else. The frog felt herself begin to weaken. When her family stopped questioning her about who she thought she was, and began telling her who she really was...she hardly noticed. But then, looking down into her daughter's pretty green face, the mother frog felt her head clear. She decided she would leave the poisoned pond. But somehow...she didn't have the strength to climb the river's bank. She felt so weak, so confused and isolated and afraid, there in that poisoned pond with her family. By the time the sun set that day, the frog began to understand that no one in the healthy pond had ever really wanted someone like her, anyway. Later still, just as the moon began to rise, the frog heard her mother whispering to her beautiful, green baby, telling her about what was real, and what was not. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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