Scarlet Ibis Story Quotes

That day, when she met her father, Trisha learned to smile even as her heart broke—it was also the day she came to hate the color red.

But this man passing by me now was nothing like my Daddy.

Life was what it was. She'd chosen this every step of the way. (Story: I Love My Husband, But...)

Each tick had been another memory clicking by, but now, all other faces were forgotten.

Our relationship had been fast, hot, and reckless. Passion-filled, like a pot of pelau bubbling over the fire — rich, wild, and spicy.

Are you the healing balm I need? I wondered.

My best friend would say I had Daddy issues. Yeah, I’d say so too.

Daddy wasn’t just my father. He was my biggest cheerleader.

I never knew where he got them all or why he needed so many, but they seemed to hold a piece of him, a secret story woven into the thick black fabric.

Why are you looking at that White boy? My father’s voice in my head made me blink and look away.

I stared, knowing this young Leonardo DiCaprio look-alike would be in a slideshow starting soon.

He devoured the fried Cascadura fish, tearing through the crispy skin to the tender meat, then moved on to the macaroni pie, scooping it up with callaloo.

Her smile never faltered when she answered, 'Yes.

She watched, hoping he’d notice the bright napkins and the single red Hibiscus flower she’d set on the table, but his eyes were glued to his mother.

He wished for her life to be filled with more opportunities than he had ever had. (Story: Behind the Grand Doors of Paradise)

My cheeks tingled in anticipation of the soft wool scraping gently against my skin, a primal urge to absorb his scent and feel the comforting texture against my face. (Story: Love Me, Daddy)

The truth I discovered was not only stranger than I had imagined—and he was closer than I ever would've guessed. (Story: Love in Cosmic Times)

I feel love, gratitude, and regret, Mama. (Story: Love, Mystical and Destined)