{"id":9872,"date":"2020-09-30T13:59:09","date_gmt":"2020-09-30T18:59:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=9872"},"modified":"2020-10-23T09:03:01","modified_gmt":"2020-10-23T14:03:01","slug":"paradise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2020\/09\/30\/paradise\/","title":{"rendered":"Paradise"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

My friends when I was younger asked me what paradise was to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the time I was in it.<\/span><\/p>\n

I loved nothing more than my \u201cfriends\u201d and our time together.<\/span><\/p>\n

But, every time this question pops up, the answer always changes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But, while I\u2019ve been gone,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve noticed the one thing I took for granted.<\/span><\/p>\n

I thought that this would be my paradise when I got here.<\/span><\/p>\n

But, a week in, I felt like something that was missing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t tell what it was.<\/span><\/p>\n

But, as soon as I hopped into my sister\u2019s car,<\/span><\/p>\n

I kissed my dad\u2019s cheek,<\/span><\/p>\n

I ruffled my little brother\u2019s wiry poofy curls.<\/span><\/p>\n

He slapped my hand away while laughing.<\/span><\/p>\n

My dad couldn\u2019t stop asking me questions and making sure I liked it<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember asking my brother if my dad was okay<\/span><\/p>\n

He laughed and said, \u201cYeah. Why are you asking?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember grabbing my duffel and throwing it in the trunk, \u201cBecause he\u2019s being so nice to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

At that time, I couldn\u2019t fathom how much my family loves me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I thought that once I left,<\/span><\/p>\n

That I was gone for good.<\/span><\/p>\n

But, now that I\u2019m seeing my family clearly,<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to go.<\/span><\/p>\n

So, as I answer this question,<\/span><\/p>\n

Which will undoubtedly change,<\/span><\/p>\n

As it has so many times before.<\/span><\/p>\n

My paradise?<\/span><\/p>\n

My paradise is riding in the backseat of my dad\u2019s truck<\/span><\/p>\n

Listening to Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, Metallica….<\/p>\n

Laughing and just enjoying my family’s presence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My friends when I was younger asked me what paradise was to me. At the time I was in it. I loved nothing more than my \u201cfriends\u201d and our time together. But, every time this question pops up, the answer always changes.\u00a0 But, while I\u2019ve been gone, I\u2019ve noticed the one thing I took for … Continue reading “Paradise”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":62,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9872"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/62"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9872"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9872\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9877,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9872\/revisions\/9877"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9872"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9872"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9872"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}