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Non-nuclear is the new normal; millions of children belong to happy families with lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender parents.

From the Heart of Chaos to the Awareness of the Survivor.
There are families not made of love, but of performance, where the bonds of affection are replaced by roles in a psychological theater. These families don’t raise children, they cast roles. The mother becomes the director of emotional manipulation, the father fades into the shadows of absence, and the children are assigned parts that suffocate their individuality.
By Sayed Zewayed9 months ago in Families
Here’s The Real Reason Why Men Stay With Women They Hate
Does anyone else remember watching TV from yesteryear? As someone who grew up with mostly retro television, I sure do. I remember watching Married with Children with my parents, as well as The Honeymooners.
By Olivia Chastity9 months ago in Families
Ranch And Roses
Hey girl, get comfy because I’ve got a story for you—my story—and it’s a total rollercoaster of heartache, hope, and finding love in the dusty corners of a place I once thought I’d outgrown. I’m talking about my family’s ranch in Texas, where the sun beats down so fiercely it’s like it’s trying to melt your lip gloss right off your face. I used to think I’d never go back there. Like, ever. But, oh sweetie, sometimes life has a funny way of spinning your plans on their head, especially when love comes strutting through the stables in a worn-out pair of cowboy boots. Let me dish, because you deserve all the juicy details. ( Lesbian Roamntic Story)
By Lena Jhonson9 months ago in Families
Story Disobedient_Feeling Part 1
I was dancing towards my room when I suddenly felt a pull on my hand as soon as I reached the front of the room -- The person in front of me hugged me with both his arms.
By MOHAMMED FARHAD9 months ago in Families
🌧️ Kindness in the Rain
The rain didn’t just fall that night—it attacked. It slammed against the pavement with a fury, turning streets into rivers and umbrellas into crumpled messes. People rushed by, heads down, eyes averted, chasing warmth and dry shelter. No one noticed the little girl on the bench at the bus stop. Soaked to the bone. Shivering. Silent.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Families
A Smile for a Stranger
On a gray November afternoon, Michael Harper stood alone on the Roosevelt Bridge. Wind cut through his coat, and the distant sound of city life barely reached him through the fog inside his head.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Families
Life Is Like a River: Its Nature Is to Keep Flowing
Life, in its essence, is a continuous journey — ever-changing, ever-evolving, and ever-flowing like a river. The comparison between life and a river is both poetic and profound. Just as a river begins as a small stream and gradually grows, meandering through various terrains, so does life start from infancy, flowing through childhood, youth, adulthood, and eventually old age. It encounters challenges, obstacles, and beautiful moments along the way, but the most important thing is motion—the flow.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy9 months ago in Families
“The Garden Beyond the Clouds”
The Garden Beyond the Clouds: A Story of Healing and Homecoming The moment Lena opened her eyes, she knew she was no longer in the world she’d known. The pain in her chest—constant, crushing—had vanished. In its place was a stillness so profound it felt like standing inside a breath that had been held for centuries and finally released. The sky above her was neither day nor night, painted in hues of soft lavender and amber that shimmered like a dream remembered in fragments. She stood on a path of white stones winding through endless fields of light—not sunlight, but something gentler, something that warmed from the inside. And as the breeze touched her skin like a mother's hand, Lena understood: she had come home.
By Abid khan9 months ago in Families
When Motherhood Dies.
When Motherhood Dies: The Tragedy of Cruelty and the Loss of Humanity. Have you ever wondered: Can a mother really kill her own child? Not by accident. Not out of desperation. But by a cold, conscious decision. If the question alone moves you, the answer will haunt you. This is not fiction. It is not an exaggerated drama. It is a true story set in a lush, green village in one of Africa's most vibrant and contrasting countries, where the beauty of nature often masks the brutality of the people. A story in which motherhood was not celebrated, but rather suppressed.
By Sayed Zewayed9 months ago in Families
Where the Lavender Grows
Start writing...The scent of lavender always reminded Lena of her. Of Mira. The first time Lena met Mira, it was early spring at the community garden. Lena had just moved to a sleepy town nestled in the hills, still lugging a suitcase heavy with heartbreak and a heart even heavier with silence. She didn’t come to the garden looking for love. She came looking for quiet—somewhere to dig, to breathe, to forget.
By Shaida 9 months ago in Families
"Dad, Tell Me About Your Life"
Dad, Tell Me About Your Life. I’ve seen your hands—calloused, steady, full of history—and wondered how many lives they’ve lived. You’ve always been the quiet type, the one who listens more than speaks, the one who fixes broken things while leaving your own aches untouched. But today, I don’t want silence. Today, I want your story.
By Osama9 months ago in Families
The Day Silence Screamed
A Village of Quiet Faces In a faraway valley hidden between gray hills and quiet rivers, there was a village called Meerabad a place so silent that even the wind moved softly. The people there lived with zipped lips, cautious hearts, and eyes full of unspoken thoughts. Children played without laughter, weddings had no music, and even tears were wiped away quietly.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Families