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Love's Serendipity
In the enchanting village of Oakwood, where time seems to dance to the rhythm of nature's symphony, fate weaves its intricate tapestry of love and destiny. Amidst the tranquil beauty of winding pathways and ancient oak trees, two souls find themselves drawn together by a force beyond comprehension. It is here, amidst the whispers of the wind and the gentle caress of sunlight, that their extraordinary journey begins
hassen fraihPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesWhat kind of people make you ashamed to be a human being?
In the bustling city of Metropolia, where the tall skyscrapers reached for the heavens and the neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues, there lived a man named Martin. Martin was an ordinary individual with an extraordinary ability to blend into the background, unnoticed and unremarkable. He worked a monotonous job, filing papers in a dimly lit office, and spent his evenings alone in his small apartment.
RAJEEV VERMAPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesGood morning 🌞
Hello! The sun is overhead, your caution has gone off, and you're expected to get ready to get started. At the point when now is the ideal time to adapt to the situation of the day, a few of us need to a greater extent a push as opposed to other people. While some are the sort to be up with the sun, springing up anxious to begin the day, others rise gradually, requiring a decent stretch and a superior mug of espresso before they're truly alert to the world. Ray of sunshine in the morning or not, we've accumulated our best statements for you to invite the day. Allow these statements to move you to emerge from bed in the first part of the day and require on the day with a positive outlook, or send a statement to a friend or family member to motivate them to do likewise. Regardless of how you feel about mornings, our insightful, moving, and humorous statements will assist you with beginning the day on a high note.
Akash shrivastavPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesThe Dark Side of Social Media
In the digital age, the allure of social media is undeniable. From endless scrolls on Facebook to captivating videos on TikTok, our online interactions have become an integral part of daily life. However, the consequences of this constant digital engagement go beyond mere entertainment. This article explores the darker aspects of social media, shedding light on its potential to shape our minds, trigger addiction, and contribute to mental health challenges.
Maria_TheOneAndOnlyPublished 3 months ago in Families"Harmony in Adversity: A Tale of Two Neighbors"
In a quaint village, there were two neighbors: the prosperous Mr. Thornton and the humble Mr. Turner. Mr. Thornton, a wealthy merchant, lived in a grand mansion, surrounded by opulence. On the other side of the village, Mr. Turner and his family lived in a modest cottage, earning their livelihood from a small farm.
The Real Child
You found a nice place to sit and eat in this big wheat field. What have you bought? I am getting a nice smell. Really? I bought Mudda Pappu (plain dal curry). What did you get?
Arjun SahasyaPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesWhat the Old Man Forgot
hap'pi·ness n. the state of being happy; glad, delighted, joyful, gleeful, ecstatic; enjoying pleasure without pain. see CONTENTMENT
Good relationship vs bad relationship
Certainly, let's delve into more detailed aspects of good and bad relationships: **Good Relationship:** 1. **Effective Communication:** - Active listening: Partners attentively listen to each other without interruption, demonstrating understanding. - Clear expression: Both individuals feel free to express their thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment.
J.BalakrishnanPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesThings to Avoid With an Autistic Child
Every parent that gets a diagnosis for autism will wonder how they should handle their child. Questions like what should they do and what shouldn’t they do? Parents want the best possible future for their children and there is nothing wrong with that. The help needed depends on each child but there are some things that parents should steer clear of.
Dr Prashantt JoshiiPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesThings That Capture Women's Attention (Overlooked by Men)
In the intricate dance of social interactions, women possess a unique radar for subtle nuances often overlooked by their male counterparts. These nuances, often hidden in plain sight, contribute to the rich tapestry of female perception, shaping their responses and connections in social settings. Let's delve into these often unnoticed aspects that capture women's attention, exploring the depth of their emotional intelligence and intuitive understanding.
Benard MusyokiPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesSomehow, Someday
Outside is black, Daddy's not here. Outside is a sweet magnolia smelling place, Daddy's not here. Outside stars burst, fall, disappear, just like Daddy. I wait. I know, even if alone on the mattress on the floor he will be back; when the pink preludes the autumn sun's rising, Daddy will be here. I don't move; I don't sleep; I don't know how to call Mamma. Just when the orange, pink and yellow mix into hues I vow to paint someday Daddy comes in and falls onto the mattress. He said- "hey little Bird". I smell something stinky, his hair is thinning and it's longer on one side than the other. It's a red brown and I wipe it away from his sunken, deep sleep eyes. I look at him, his belly rises in it's nakedness and falls; he is covered in reddish hair on his stomach and chest. I see his pants on the floor and sneak over to check the pockets; I found about three dollars and some change and put them in my suitcase which was packed for my trip back to Mamma before he ever came home. I take some pencils from the table, I smell his cologne by the old porcelain sink and I even put a dash behind my ears. He is snoring and red-faced. I can't see a clock anywhere and I begin to worry; how will I know when to get on that airplane back to Mamma? I quietly open the door from the third floor apartment and sneak downstairs to the big door that opens to the autumn skies. I see nothing but white frost on the big leaves, a squirrel or two scampering busily and look for anybody that can get me home. Sitting, cold and hungry, a woman comes out of the apartment house to warm her car. She is a teacher and must start out early. She asks me what in the world I am doing sitting outside without a coat; " where is your daddy?" she pushes on. I said something like somehow he fell asleep and I think today I am supposed to go home to my Mamma. The woman has a scowl and ushers me inside. She takes me into her apartment and gives me a big glass of orange juice; she said she'd be right back. A fat black cat jumped up on the table and purred around me; the colours of morning made a dizzying dance upon her kitchen's stucco wall. I felt okay, not like a cry-baby, but not like a "fix it alright" kinda girl either. Then the door opened and there was Daddy with my suitcase with the teacher woman pushing him in toward me. His hair that I'd fixed had covered half of his face and he had tears in his small, blue eyes. He said he loved me and the teacher was helping me get to my plane on time, he cried a lot and held me too tight. I left him there, short three dollars and some change, a couple of pencils for me to cherish hidden in my bag and said nothing. I fled, I flew, yet I would return. For no matter how much his drunken, lousy time with me was, it was all mine, at least for awhile. When I got back to Mamma I would never talk 'cause I guess something was wrong with me. I just said everything was fine. I guessed, somehow, someday truth would prevail. I never doubted that one day my Daddy would remember and say, "I'm sorry Little Bird." I truly believed with all my heart he would come to me and beg me to forgive him. Why do you think that is? I knew what goodness was; I was good. He wasn't doing good things so he had to know it was his obligation to give me some peace, right? Naw. He went on and kept finding more kids, more families, holding onto our pinkie swear, our father-daughter bond that could not be broken. He used me, to lie, to cheat, to steal, to be nothing more than his soldier. I saw those skies turning dark, deep blue, grey and black; I knew it was gonna be hard times coming for him, not once, not twice, not even three times, just more and more dark, with nobody to hear me. I would learn that my truth would not matter to him, or to any, but I would know the smell of his cologne behind my ears, the rise and fall of his chest when he came back as the sun rose, the sadness of his failure to give me, his beloved daughter all that I deserved. I don't know why anything matters, goodness, truth and love are always so contrite. I lay far away from the memories of youth, of Daddy's promises and forgotten love; I do feel the edge, the blisters from his sickness, yet, in an addictive way, I crave his praise. Somehow, someday, truth prevails. Or does it?
July Christmas Tree
We were driving away from a 4H meeting, having a sudden departure. It wasn’t until we were three blocks away when our mother told us why we had to leave. Someone was making fun of our baby brother.
Jennisea RedfieldPublished 3 months ago in Families