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“We’re closed, sir,” Anika said to the tall, dark man who ignored the flipped sign on the door. She was finishing a 10-hour shift at the fast-food joint down the street from her house. “ I can’t believe it’s you,” he said with tears in his eyes. Anika completely froze up. She was waiting for this day. After 18 years of wondering where he was, she was about to find out. “Dad?” she tenderly whispered. “No, Anika, I’m your uncle Sam,” said the mysterious man. For as long as she could remember, the only family Anika had was her mom.
By Anita Ehui6 years ago in Families
Make a change in your children's learning.
Hi, welcome to my post. You’ll find information on aspects of homeschooling like languages, organisation and We are a family that believes in learning every day and grabbing adventure when it presents itself. I am the Mama and I am have never fit the mould. Being part of the LGBTQ+ community, neurodiverse and aiming for anything but the typical nuclear family. My dream life is not the typical 9-5, which was not the life my partner expected to end up living as he has grown up with traditional values. We have similar goals for our life together and for our children.
By J . Turner6 years ago in Families
Legacy Park
I cannot recall a single conversation with my grandmother in which she didn’t throw in an adage or truism she had picked up in her many years on Earth. She was an old-fashioned woman full of ancient and archaic wisdom and philosophy, mostly in the form of proverbs. Her favourite saying by far was the reassurance that, in life, ‘what is meant for you will not pass you.’ I loved my grandmother dearly, but I never truly believed this. We all know there are too many unhappy-ever-afters and could-have-beens in this world for it to possibly be true. Besides, even if it was true, what did that say about me? That minimum-wage shift work was meant for me? That my fiancé being called away for weeks at a time, leaving me at home with our young daughter and her infinite energy was meant for me? That watching Lulu, on the day she turned six, sit by herself on the living room carpet as she unwrapped the few toys kind relatives and my meagre savings had bought her was meant for me? All Lucia really wanted was a bicycle, even a used one, she pleaded, but I saw no sense in such a gift when we lived on the sixth floor of a city-overspill apartment block surrounded by fast multi-lane roads.
By L. A. Campbell6 years ago in Families
A French Education
A small cloud of dust appeared when the small, black notebook hit the floor. The young girl looked quickly around to see if anyone, especially her mother, had noticed her carelessness. Her mother was in the other end of the antique shop, examining other dust-covered items.
By Rosemary O'Brien6 years ago in Families
Heading to the Butterfly Ball
Catherine was born when her egg hatched on the underside of a milkweed plant in a Rocky Mountain meadow. At first she was about the size of a pin head but grew rapidly over several days in the cool spring air. She had a huge appetite and the more she munched on the delicious milkweed plant leaves the faster she grew. In the early mornings she sipped the fresh dew drops left on the leaves from the night before. She grew so quickly that she had to shed her furry green and black stripped skin several times to grow coats more fitting. She was Catherine the Caterpillar and she was heading to the Butterfly Ball. It was time to dress herself in something more appropriate for a grand ball. She wove herself inside of a silken gossamer dressing chamber attached to the underside of a twig. Inside her chamber she was undergoing an amazing metamorphosis. She grew long delicate legs and majestic orange luminous wings highlighted with dark black markings and white dots. She emerged from her chrysalis a beautiful sight to behold. She was Catherine the Monarch Butterfly and she was heading to the Butterfly Ball.
By Jerry Fisher6 years ago in Families
