immediate family
Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.
Truth Be Told: Letters to My Loved Ones Series. Content Warning.
them, Someday when I'm gone from here, I want my children and loved ones to know just how much I loved them and not only that, but I want the whole world to know. Not just words, of course my actions as well. My mother died suddenly when I was seven months pregnant with SJ (6, autism, loves donuts). I didn’t get a chance to tell her how much I really loved her. So, guess what... you get to read about Mama Lott right here (rapid blink). You will also read a letter to my daughter, who lived with my mother for a time, to my oldest son, who is my middle child and often reserved because of his disability. My two eldest (daughter 21, the K-pop guru, son 18, Mr. Tech). Those letters will really take time. I was a young mom and there is a lot of pain there for all of us, so bear with me. This letter though, this is SJ's and to be honest I feel somewhere down the road, maybe at graduation, God give me long life, I’ll write him another one. But for now, here it goes! (of course I cried... hush up).
By V Joyce Lott7 months ago in Families
Colon Cancer
Colon cancer, also known as colorectal cancer, affects the large intestine (colon or rectum) and is one of the leading causes of cancer-related deaths worldwide. The most alarming fact about this disease is that it often begins with mild or almost invisible symptoms, which is why early detection is crucial. When caught early, colon cancer is highly treatable. Unfortunately, due to lack of awareness or delayed diagnosis, many cases are detected at later stages, when the disease has already progressed.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Families
Hard Times
By adina When my family first told me that we were moving to England, I was devastated. The idea of leaving behind everything I had ever known—my friends, my school, my street, my entire way of life—filled me with fear. Albania had always been my home, and although life there was not always easy, it was familiar. I couldn’t imagine starting over in a completely different place, a country I had only seen on TV or heard about from relatives who had gone abroad.
By Israr khan7 months ago in Families
Why We Ate Dinner Without Speaking for a Year
The silence began on a Tuesday. It wasn’t loud, like a door slamming or a scream echoing down a hallway. It was quieter than that—almost polite. My father set the table, just like always. I brought over the plates, careful not to clink the silverware. We sat across from each other, side by side in our grief, and ate in silence.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Families
