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The Night My Father Saved Me Without Knowing
used to believe silence was the natural language between fathers and sons. In our house, words were tools for survival—used sparingly, only when necessary. My father, Kareem, was a man of early mornings and tired eyes, of rough hands that smelled like engine oil and cold winter air. He worked at the railway depot, fixing machines that carried other people forward while he stayed rooted in the same small life.
By Omid khan3 days ago in Families
My family has moved on without me
I’ve been left out by my family. I sit back and watch as their lives move on while I’m stuck on repeat - working a mostly mundane, thankless job, staying up late to try to reclaim some hours to myself, overeating to comfort myself, zoning out to a Netflix show I’m half interested in - waking up to repeat the cycle all over again. A part of me asks, “what am I doing? I’ve been here before. I thought I overcame this.” The truth is that I’m slipping back into old habits. Why is this happening? It’s because I have no stable grounding. I am a master of none. I have no expertise in anything. My days are taken up by my very own black mirror I keep with me at all times. Scrolling endlessly, losing track of time, losing any coherent thought…losing any motivation or inspiration to dive deep into a hobby or learn something new.
By Li-Li 📓3 days ago in Families
Single Parent Hacks That Actually Work. AI-Generated.
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 3 days ago in Families
The Donald Trump Family: From Business Power to Political Legacy
Introduction The Trump family is one of the most talked-about families in modern American history. What began as a real-estate business empire eventually transformed into a powerful political brand that reshaped U.S. politics. From towering skyscrapers to the White House, the Trump family’s journey reflects ambition, controversy, influence, and lasting impact.
By shaoor afridi10 days ago in Families
Why Slowing Down Isn’t Giving Up, It’s Learning What Matters
For a long time, I equated being busy with being productive. When my days were full, I felt accomplished and validated. When I slowed down, I felt uneasy, as if I were falling behind. Rest felt like something that had to be earned instead of something freely allowed. Over time, being busy became a badge of honor, even when it left me feeling drained and overwhelmed.
By Lisa Charleston11 days ago in Families
Growing Up Without a Dad
Growing up without a dad leaves a space you notice even before you can name it. It is not always about what is missing materially. It is about guidance, reassurance, and the quiet sense that someone is always there to support you. Children notice absence even when adults try to soften it or explain it away. They notice empty chairs at birthdays, missed celebrations, and unanswered questions about who they are and where they belong.
By Eunice Kamau11 days ago in Families
Jatuka
Growing up, going to Kabondo was not just an Ordinary trip it was a Special Treat. It was a time to reconnect with my cousins while My Mother bonded with her Siblings. The journey was always kept a secret till the very last minute and every once in awhile I would accompany My Mother Home to Kabondo. She had a way of sneaking in and leaving without telling me. And each time she returned, I would throw a tantrum and refuse to eat as pay back for not being invited on the trip to Kabondo. You see My Mother’s hometown held a special place in Our Lives yet she never spent the night there whenever she visited. Her trips were conducted early mornings and she would returned by evening the same day. I seldom wondered why she didn’t like staying overnight. Maybe she explained it, but it never sinked in until now. Once you lose your parents, going Home nolonger feels the same. To me Kabondo was Heaven yet for My Mother it was Bitter sweet. Each time she left me behind I would cry and plead to go on the next trip but the answer was always No. The few times I was able to go she would conduct a prep-talk a day before the trip. No we cannot spend the night, no you cannot stay behind and no don’t ask your uncles to ask me. Be on your best behavior when we arrive and if you go play outside, stay within close range. And that was the order nothings for many of the trips to Kabondo. No one ever pleaded with her for us to stay longer. Maybe it was her strict demeanor that scared everyone, or maybe they tried and gave up. Either way, the Trips to Kabondo were always short lived. All the uncles, cousins, extended relatives would always meet and gather at Uncle Wilson’s house each time we visited. I sometimes wondered where the rest of them lived, but dared to never ask. Remember I was summoned to be on my best behavior while in Kabondo, and if I disobeyed I would be dispelled from visiting again. I knew not to ask questions in order to continue accompanying Mommy on her trips.
By Pam Zee13 days ago in Families
Family dynamics played out in public....
Family dynamics are rarely one hundred percent natural - as a society we are the subject of expectations, unwritten norms and scrutiny….
By Paula S.13 days ago in Families
What If I Am the Victim
There is a moment many of us reach after deep self-reflection. You ask yourself hard questions. You examine your behavior. You wonder if you are the problem. And after all that honesty, another thought quietly appears. What if I am actually the victim
By Eunice Kamau14 days ago in Families
Bettijo Hirschi
Introduction Bettijo Hirschi is a multi‑talented creative professional from the United States. She works as a designer, art director, photographer, writer, and event planner. Bettijo has built a long career in creative work and media. People know her for her artistic skills, her work in magazines and television, and her lifestyle blog. She is also known in recent news because of changes in her personal life.
By Farhan Sayed18 days ago in Families
Fordy and the Bandit Kitties. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, there was a friendly little vehicle named Fordy. We meet Fordy on a very sleepy road, beneath a sky full of twinkly stars that seemed to whisper goodnight to anyone who passed beneath them. The moon hung low and round, lighting the road just enough to make everything feel safe and calm.
By The Schizophrenic Mom18 days ago in Families
A Visit I Will Never Forget. Content Warning.
Today I visited my aunt in the nursing home, and it took me back to better times much happier and simpler times. Before we dive in, here’s a little bit of backstory. My aunt had been diagnosed with skin cancer and lost her ability to walk. She had been living in Indiana for years, but about a decade ago, she lived here with us. After my uncle passed away, she moved to Indiana.
By Dee20 days ago in Families