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The Story of Thumbelina
Once upon a time, a simple and kind hearted woman lived carrying one desire in her mind. She had only one simple dream. Her dream was to have a baby girl. Days and months pass by, but her dream did not come true. Her desire to have a little girl grows stronger and stronger.
By Zarar Hussain about a year ago in Families
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 Lottabout a year ago in Families
Tragedy at Hersheypark: 9-Year-Old Child Dies at The Boardwalk Water Park
A summer day meant for laughter and splashing in the sun ended in unimaginable heartbreak. On July 24, 2025, tragedy struck Hersheypark when a 9-year-old child died following an incident at The Boardwalk, the park’s popular water attraction zone.
By Bevy Osuosabout a year ago in Families
Why So Many People Are Quietly Cutting Off Their Families in 2025
The Silent Exodus No One Talks About They don’t make announcements. There are no dramatic goodbye speeches or viral social media posts. Instead, it happens in quiet unfollows, unreturned calls, unanswered texts, and the slow fading out of Sunday visits and holiday traditions. Across the globe, thousands—maybe millions—of adults are quietly, and often painfully, distancing themselves from their families.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Families
When You’re the Only One in Your Friend Group Without a Baby
The Loneliness You Can’t Admit Out Loud It starts with an innocent Instagram scroll. You’re sipping your morning coffee when the algorithm strikes again: a pair of tiny feet swaddled in a hospital blanket. Another pregnancy announcement. Another gender reveal. Another “our family just got a little bigger” caption with pastel-colored onesies in the background.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Families
I Blocked My Parents for a Month—And Found Peace I Didn’t Know I Needed
The first time I hovered my finger over the "Block Contact" option on my mother’s name, I felt a tightness in my chest that reminded me of every Sunday lunch I had forced myself to sit through with a fake smile and a churning stomach. My parents weren’t monsters. They didn’t scream or curse. They didn’t hit or throw things. But they did something more invisible—they made me doubt myself, my worth, and the validity of my own feelings.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Families
Could Your Child’s ‘Bad Behaviour’ Be a Silent Cry for Help
When a child acts out, shuts down, or shows sudden changes in behaviour, it’s easy to assume they’re just being difficult. But sometimes, the root cause goes much deeper. Childhood trauma is more common than many people think, and it can shape the way a child thinks, feels, and behaves—often in ways that adults don’t fully understand.
By Kelly Kerrickabout a year ago in Families
Bleeding While Breastfeeding: What’s Normal and What’s Not?
While breastfeeding your baby, you may face some complications. It can be breast engorgement, when your breasts overfill with milk, or latching problems, in which your baby is unable to attach to the breast. These problems can be troublesome, but they are not as concerning as seeing blood traces in your breast milk. It’s obvious that as a mother, you will freak out and assume that it’s a grave medical issue. But the truth is that it’s not always a real headache.
By Lovemere Storeabout a year ago in Families
"The Day My Mother Disappeared—and Came Back a Stranger". AI-Generated.
I was eight when my mother disappeared. One moment she was brushing my hair, humming our bedtime song. The next morning, her side of the bed was cold, and her shoes were gone. No note. No warning. Just absence. For years, I believed she died. The police searched for months. My father broke slowly, silently. I remember finding him once at 3 a.m., sitting on the kitchen floor with a bottle in one hand and her wedding ring in the other. I stopped asking questions when I turned ten. It hurt too much to see people pretend like they had answers. --- But 17 years later, she walked into my life again. Alive. Smiling. Wearing the same perfume she wore the night she vanished. --- It happened on a Tuesday. I was working a slow shift at the bookstore downtown. A quiet place filled with whispers, dust, and forgotten stories. The bell above the door rang. I looked up—and my heart dropped. She hadn’t aged a day. Same long black hair. Same mole under her left eye. Same soft smile. For a second, I thought I was hallucinating. Grief playing tricks. She stepped forward. “Hello, Lila.” Her voice was calm. Familiar. As if she’d just stepped out to buy milk and came back seventeen years later. I dropped the book in my hand. “What… how…?” Tears filled my eyes, but my feet were glued to the floor. She opened her arms. “I missed you so much.” I didn’t move. “Where were you?” Her smile flickered. “Somewhere I couldn’t get back from. Not until now.” --- She refused to say more that day. Dad nearly fainted when he saw her. But then something strange happened. He didn’t hug her. He didn’t cry. He stood there frozen, eyes wide, lips trembling. And then he said something that still echoes in my head: > “You shouldn't have come back.” --- That night, I asked her again. “Where were you, Mom? Were you kidnapped? Did someone hurt you?” She only said, “Some things you’re safer not knowing.” I wanted to scream. I wanted to shake her until the truth fell out of her mouth. But she just smiled. Like a ghost who had found peace. --- The days passed strangely. She cooked like she used to. She hummed our bedtime song. She kissed my forehead like nothing had ever happened. But there were… cracks. Her sleep was unnatural. I’d walk past her room at night and find her standing, eyes open, not blinking. Once, I found her staring at a wall for almost an hour. She never used her phone. She flinched at mirrors. She never talked about the years she was gone. And worst of all — Dad avoided her completely. Wouldn’t be in the same room. --- Until the night he finally broke. I was in the kitchen when I heard them arguing. She said, “They let me go because I promised to stay quiet.” He said, “You should have stayed gone.” I burst in. “WHAT is going on?” My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. “They kept me,” she whispered. “Not humans. Not police. Not anything from this world.” My body went cold. She walked toward me. “I didn’t want you to be afraid. But I was taken.” “By who?” I asked. She hesitated. Then whispered: > “By things that don’t belong in this reality. They study time. Memory. Emotion.” “They took me apart,” she added. “And when they put me back together, I wasn’t the same.” --- I laughed. Not because it was funny — but because it was the only thing I could do without collapsing. “You expect me to believe aliens took you?” She shook her head. “Not aliens. Not ghosts. Just… watchers.” --- I left the house that night. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. But the next day, when I returned, she was gone again. --- This time, she left a note. > “I tried to stay. But I was never really free. I love you, Lila. I always will. If you ever see me again — don’t follow me. Don’t trust me. And whatever you do... Don’t let me remember who I used to be.” --- That was six months ago. I haven’t seen her since. But sometimes, when I’m on the train or walking downtown, I feel a shadow following me. Sometimes I see her face in reflections — even when I’m alone. Sometimes I hear her voice in my dreams, calling my name the way she did when I was a child. --- And last week, a letter came. No return address. Inside, a single sentence written in her handwriting: > “They’re watching you now.” --- ✒️ Author’s Note: I never believed in monsters. Until the day my mother became one I couldn’t understand. ---
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Families
The Declaration of Parental Rights
“Children belong to their parents—not to the government.” That shouldn’t be a radical statement—but in 2025, it is. We are living through a silent revolution—one where government agents, unelected bureaucrats, and activist judges have increasingly inserted themselves into the sacred space between parent and child. Under the guise of “safety,” “equity,” or “best interest,” the state is taking more control while parents are being treated as threats, not protectors.
By Michael Phillipsabout a year 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 shahabout a year ago in Families
