extended family
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The Tiger and the Traveller One day the villagers caught a tiger by setting a trap, and placed him inside a cage. They placed the edge by the side of the road for the people to see the wicked tiger who had so far killed many cattle and children by suddenly attacking the villagers.
By Kuldeep Rajawat3 years ago in Families
A Journey of Loss and Redemption
Celebrating his 17th birthday with his mother Juliana and loyal partner Max, Daniel's life is about to take an unexpected turn. With the arrival of his distant relatives, Daniel felt the need to explore the world beyond Willowbrook.
By Badaruddin Vlogs3 years ago in Families
Joe Jonas and His Journey Through Divorce
In the world of celebrities, where relationships often play out in the public eye, the news of Joe Jonas reportedly retaining a divorce lawyer sent shockwaves through both the entertainment industry and his fan base. Joe Jonas, known for his role as a member of the iconic boy band Jonas Brothers and his successful solo career, has always been in the spotlight. However, his decision to navigate the challenging journey of divorce publicly sheds light on the emotional complexities that accompany such a life-altering event.
By Tamer Tawfeek3 years ago in Families
Elderly Couple Celebrates 75 Years of Love
In a world where relationships often seem fleeting and temporary, the story of Harold and Eleanor stands as a beacon of enduring love and commitment. As they celebrated their 75th wedding anniversary surrounded by family and friends, the couple shared the secrets to their remarkable journey, a love story that began in the early 1940s.
By Adedayo Odunlade3 years ago in Families
Heartwarming Reunion:
In the vast tapestry of human lives, sometimes threads are lost, and connections fray. But occasionally, these threads find their way back to each other, weaving together tales of hope, resilience, and the enduring power of family bonds. This is the story of two siblings, Sarah and James, who found each other after an agonizing separation of five decades.
By Adedayo Odunlade3 years ago in Families
Fathers in the Family
06/16/2002 Barron M Broomfield 70 Years of Fathers As near as I can figure, I was conceived around February 14 in 1952. The nine months in the womb were uneventful. There were three little girls that made noise all day and night and took turns rubbing my Mommy’s belly and trying to eat her food. “Wait a minute. That’s my food too!”, I screamed. I kicked with all my strength, but they crawled over me and reached for whatever Mom was trying to put in her mouth, causing it to spill on the bed covers. The girls squealed and Mom shooed them away and called out to the Big Guy to get his girls. I could sense his presence before his smell and deep voice announced his arrival. He scooped up my three sisters and effortlessly carried them out of the room. Everyone called him dada or something close to that and he was gone most of the time. Nine months later, on November 12, 1952, I met him for the first time as he held me in his huge hands and made cooing noises. I tried to open my eyes but they refused to cooperate so I just grabbed his cheeks and squeezed as hard as I could, and that is how I met my dad. I was the first male child after three straight girls but as the baby of the family, it did not mean much. We lived next door to my mom’s parents, and they would often watch me when needed. My dad was always working, either at the steel mill, where he operated a large crane, or after work and on the weekends he and a friend worked together plastering new homes or repairing damaged ones. I remember sitting on his lap a few times and an occasional hug, but Dad was the strong silent type, and Mom was the yeller and disciplinarian. We moved to Oak Hill Ave when I was in elementary school and my parents added two more boys, but I was closer to my sisters’ ages, and they were my constant companions. They taught me all about dolls, jacks, and other girl games, but they were tom boys at heart and the four of us roamed the neighborhood from dawn to dusk during summers and holidays. In addition to us kids and mom and dad, my mother’s great Aunt Dorothy lived with us and her younger brother, my Uncle Carl, also stayed with us for lengthy periods, in between his girlfriends and wives. He was closer in age to us, but he also served as a father figure to me. He had kids but they lived with their mothers when the parents split, and Uncle Carl would return home. As I grew older, I split time working with my dad in plastering and working with Uncle Carl at his job as the custodian at Youngstown’s Main Library and a part time job cleaning a General Food’s warehouse in nearby Boardman. My dad would take me with him on early morning fishing trips and there were family outings we all went on, but his special time with me was during work and waiting on the fish to bite. I know we did not have a lot of deep discussions because Dad was not into politics, or religion, and had only gone as far as sixth grade, before leaving home to find work, first in the fields, and then working in various menial labor jobs until he met his wife and started a family. He insisted that his young wife remain at home and take care of their kids and have dinner ready when he got home from work. He worked hard to ensure that his family lacked nothing. Both he and my mother taught us that we were not going to receive anything from anyone unless we worked hard at home and school. They insisted that we speak properly at home or any other place we went. They raised us to know right from wrong and expected us to choose right. My Uncle Carl, who lived with us, was a little easier on us but had the authority to punish us when needed. He had perfected a flick to the naked ear lobe, that quickly got our attention and kept us in line. He was a left hander and excelled on the baseball diamond with a live arm. My dad was the catcher and used brute strength where he lacked game knowledge, to get the job done. The two of them were also exceptionally good bowlers and I learned how to throw a hook after watching them. Uncle Carl was an avid baseball and football fan at the professional level and in 1964 he introduced me to the two teams that I have followed to this day. The New York Yankees and the Cleveland Browns. I remember Sunday nights when I helped him at his custodian job in the library, listening to the Browns football games, and learning how to spin an electric buffer with one hand without slamming it into the rows of shelves holding books. I was twelve years old, and the Browns beat the Colts in the NFL championship game after the Yankees won the World Series the same year. Little did I know the Browns would never play in another NFL title game (may happen soon), and the Yankees are perennial favorites to win the baseball title (will happen again next season). In 1970 I left home to begin my college studies. By this time, my oldest sister had married and had her first son. Charles Bufford was the older brother I always wanted to have, and he was another role model for fatherhood. He was outgoing and lived life to the fullest. He was a great man, who left us too soon. Fortunately, his son Chuck has continued in his absence and my nephew is quite a family-oriented person. I count my brothers and brothers-in-law, nephews, and nephews -in-law, as outstanding young men who have influenced me through their lives, and I hope I have been a good influence on them also. I became an adopted father through an act of love, and it is a journey that has come full circle. I met my first born when he was six months in the womb, and he recently blessed me with my first grandson and the two kids his wife brought into the marriage. Imitation is the greatest form of flattery and I know he is going to be awesome as a father, because he has been awesome as a son. Choosing him to be my son was one of the smartest moves I made in life. I went on a blind date with his mother when he was three months old and adopted him in time for him to be best man at our wedding. He must have enjoyed the experience, having been in at least ten weddings as best man.After my daughter was born four years later, our family was set. When she was a senior in high school, her mom and I began working as foster parents to help a friend, after he was jailed out of state for delinquent child support from a previous marriage. His current wife left him with their two children and at the time of his arrest, we were babysitting for him. What was supposed to be a weekend event lasted six months, and that led to us becoming foster parents. We continued to take in kids after our friend was released from jail and reunited with his children. Eventually we agreed to foster three siblings aged 4,6, and 7. We had them eighteen months when they were placed for adoption. We asked our children if they would be okay with our adopting them and they were both all in. They already thought of them as their little brothers and now our family numbered five. My kids birth mom was Spanish, and light -skinned, Adam’s father was from Lebanon and his complexion was Middle Eastern. My daughter is biracial and has her mom’s good hair, while our new sons are all dark skinned. You can imagine the looks we got when we arrived at a function as a family. It created a lot of weird first impressions. My wife passed away suddenly, after a battle with skin cancer and four years later I took my younger sons’ mom on a date. We were married in 2018 and our multiracial, multicultural family is edging closer to what will one day be the norm. In addition to my natural and adopted family, I have had the pleasure of being the father figure to young students, through my jobs working in a high school and the Job Corps program. Many have grown to extended family status, Stephanie, Gogo, Laz, and Nestor are as much a part of our family as anyone else. I am honored to have been a part of your lives and I look forward to the day when we can all be together. As Father's Day approaches every year make it a point to acknowledge those who have taken on that role in your life and help them enjoy the day. I hope to hear from all of you.
By Barron M Broomfield3 years ago in Families
When is Kourtney Kardashian's baby due? Travis Barker leaves Blink-182 tour amid urgent family matter
When is Kourtney Kardashian's baby due? Travis Barker leaves Blink-182 tour amid urgent family matter Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker are expecting their first child together, and fans are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new baby. The couple has not revealed their due date, but it is estimated to be between October and December 2023.
By Punit kumar3 years ago in Families
Breaking Chains of Silence: Hilda's Resilience in the Shadows
In the heart of Cape Coast, a coastal town teeming with history, a young soul named Hilda found herself entangled in a web of circumstances beyond her control. At the tender age of 14, she was married off to a taxi driver, her dreams put on hold as the weight of societal norms pressed heavily upon her delicate shoulders. Little did she know, her journey would become a beacon of hope, shining light on the pressing issues of child marriage, gender-based violence, and the exploitation of domestic workers.
By NII LANTEY PARKER3 years ago in Families
