immediate family
Blood makes you related, loyalty makes you family.
Single Kenyan Moms Blamed For Children's Behavior: Not Poverty, Polygamy, Gender-Based Violence or Untrained Teachers
During Covid-19 lockdown in Kenya the incidents of gender-based violence grew out of control. Hundreds of Kenyans ended up on the streets, many with their children to escape violence in their homes. So much so that BBC filmed the famed documentary in Kenya about the high rising incidents of gender violence.
By IwriteMywrongs4 years ago in Families
Being Far Away For Christmas
Both sisters were born in Hungary to the same mother. They had different fathers. This story goes back many years. If I recall correctly, it was close to 25 years ago. Give or take a few years. This story covers two continents, two countries that are very far away from each other. The Christmas story also involves two sisters. One of the sisters is me. It was Christmas time. One of the sisters had moved to another country with her husband and young son. She was older by 18 years. I am the older sister. It was time to celebrate Christmas in Hungary. It was time to Celebrate Christmas in the United States as well. Christmas celebrations always included the whole family coming together and visiting each other on Christmas day. The two sisters lived together before the move happened.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Families
The sweater
It all started with a sweater. It was a present from my aunt Ellen to my aunt Janet, the oldest to the youngest of my three aunts. It was beautiful. Soft, ivory cashmere that felt like a newborn puppy's fur. We had all exchanged gifts at the end of our usual huge Christmas feast, and this particular Christmas stuck out to me the most, not just because of the sweater, but it was also the last Christmas we had with my grandparents. Ed and Mildred, or Millie as grandpa liked to call her. I remember my mom saying "when you came along, pops turned into a different person." I asked what she meant by that and she said, "Pops would have never allowed any of us to sit on his lap and read to us or let us play with the organ. That was his most prized possession."
By Sherry Cortes4 years ago in Families
The NYE When My Dog Ran Away
In 2007 on New Year's Eve, my dog ran away. I was coming home from an internship at Disney World. I was on a cross-country road trip with a friend to make my way back to Northwest Arkansas. My friend was another college intern. She lived in Kansas City. My parents planned to meet her family/caravan in Missouri, and they would take me the rest of the way to Mountain Home.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Families
The Thanksgiving that Never Happened
When my mother died in 2021, I thought I would be able to have a decent relationship with my father. I believed that we could put aside all of our differences and be a family even though we lacked the central cohesive part of everything that made us whole: my mother.
By Diane Michelle Campbell4 years ago in Families
Fields Ablaze
The bonfire blazed as we roasted our hot dogs over the hot flames. Our dogs wagged their tails excitedly as they ran from one Fourth of July reveler to the next, and the fireworks exploded overhead in a myriad of colors. Across the road, on the other side of the barbed wire fence, one wayward rocket burst, instantly igniting the dry Texas grass in the pasture beyond.
By Laura Pruett4 years ago in Families
Busting Balls
He had many nicknames, but usually preferred to be addressed as Red Power Ranger. My blonde-haired, blue-eyed, cherub of a brother was born the year I turned thirteen. His name was Gabriel – like the Christmas angel – and he sometimes believed he could fly.
By Holly Pheni4 years ago in Families
