children
Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
Dear Daughter
Dear Daughter, You have always been the strong one, between us. Even in my womb, the idea of you gave me strength when, at twenty, I was unmarried, in the military, and halfway around the world from my family. I knew what people would think. What my family would think. What my friends would think.
By Hope Ashby5 years ago in Families
THE MAGIC FLUTE
The flute player Once upon a time there lived in the city of Venice in Italy a flute player who played the flute every day for a living, except on weekends. He also used his flute to ask her to build a house to live there. His flute had magical powers too. It was enough for Nicolas to say: "Magic flute, magic flute, build me a house" and the flute made him appear a house of normal size for him to live there. Too bad his flute couldn't give him food to eat. His flute had no magical power over food. Everyone who came to him most of the time to listen to him liked his music. He played well and his music was nice to hear. He received a lot of plays from people who listened to his music. The flute he owned was magic.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
Natalie’s Daughter
As we stood in line waiting to place our few items on the till, I felt relieved that the weekend was almost over. It had been a busy one and my best friend Natalie and I had been involved in another friend’s wedding. We had just collected her daughter from her father’s place where she had spent the night. We had to grab a few much needed items at the grocery store on the way home so that she could make lunch for her daughter for daycare that week. Natalie and I didn’t often get to spend a whole weekend together, but we enjoyed every moment of it. Her daughter was only 4 and it was much easier to let her father have her for the night than for us to try and keep her entertained at the wedding. He wasn’t always involved or willing to spend time with her, so when he agreed the month before to have her overnight for this weekend, we were glad. He wasn’t a bad father, he just had other priorities and wasn’t always conventional in the way he did things. He called his daughter names but with loving emotion to the way he said it. Making “Booger face” or something like it, seem affectionate and normal. The poor kid had no idea what she was really being called. She knew she was loved and when he made the time for her, she had fun at least.
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Families
BERNARD THE SERIOUS STUDENT
This story is about a very bright, honest, kind, and forgivable student. Bernard was a courageous student, a brave student who works hard, strives. He helps her mother who is a housewife. His father is a teacher in the same high school that Bernard attends. Bernard is in his last year of high school. He is a senior. He is happy with all the classes that he has to take. These are the following classes that he is taking.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
sweet 16 birthday
16 years is an exciting age in the life of any child. It may be considered the age when the child takes a step forward into an adult's life. The coinage of the term ‘sweet 16 birthday' was made with respect to a girl child's birthday. It is thereby assumed that at the age of 16, a girl shall move towards achieving womanhood. In some countries like in the US, she may even become eligible to take jobs to sustain herself.
By breakout banglore5 years ago in Families
Amazing
I have known many women over the course of my life who have thought that they were strong. Most were merely hard or forces of will. My great-grandmother was a Daughter of the American Revolution and was as stubborn as the famous Missouri Mule from her home state that she was so proud of. She did teach us to play cards when she lived with us for a year and for the good times I am grateful. My grandmother was a stiff backed descendant of Scottish immigrants to Canada and then into Montana and was as dedicated to her opinions a she was to some of her family. I learned how bread is made from freshly ground wheat and what a simple pleasure that can be from her. But, sadly her eldest daughter, my mother, never heard her father say that he loved her till she was fifty years old. When I heard this I promised her that she would always know that I love her and that my children love her too. Some of her other daughters were women who could frighten a dog with their voice and send the animal slinking away. Truly a talent that is rare to behold and worth as much as it seems. Yes, yes, the appearance of strength but not real strength. Sometimes endurance, other times rigidity and anger.
By Steven Parker5 years ago in Families
