Once she learned how to use those sad eyes on her mom, she ruled the house. It was the saddest parenting situation I’d ever seen. A baby having her way with an immature young mother, neither of them capable of running anyone’s life, let alone their own lives. That’s why . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Saddest”

  1. One look from Madeline and I knew I had broken her heart. She didn’t understand and she wanted answers from me. How could I explain such adult concepts to this little girl who just wanted to know where her daddy had gone?

  2. A large aching void, or a vacuum, a grief beyond words, a crushing despair.
    The glass topped casket had just been moved to the crematorium. Or may be, saddest.
    It was bright and sunny. Schoolkids stood cheerfully at the bus-stops, smelling of talcum and anticipation. Somewhere, a radio played love-songs on vividh-bharti. A boy darted across on a tricycle.Fragrance of potato-parathas wafted down from one of the flats.
    Life seemed to go on for others, without hitch. How callous!
    For me, it seemed to have come to a stand still.

  3. It had been the saddest song that Reese had heard in a long time, and she was moved to tears. It described the path to oblivion that comes about for those who are diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. In the end, the afflicted person will not remember anything they do or say, and worst of all, they won’t remember their own family. It hit a raw nerve with Reese because she knew that her own mother was also walking down that same path, which would progressively lead her to be swallowed into the dark pit of this dehumanizing disease.

  4. My former dog, Bandit, had the saddest eyes you’d ever see. The poor baby was always confused and sad. When he looked at me with the saddest eyes I had ever seen on a dog, my heart would always melt. I just HAD to pick him up, with those sad eyes.

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