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Finding the Middle Way Between Adolescence and Adulthood
In the serene town of Willow Creek, nestled amidst undulating hills and verdant forests, resided a young woman named Maya. At the tender age of eighteen, Maya found herself standing at the intersection between adolescence and adulthood, grappling with the weighty decisions that would sculpt her future. This juncture marked a period of transition, of profound growth, and self-discovery, as Maya navigated the labyrinth of possibilities laid out before her.
Yogi Tri AgustiyanPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesUnspoken Bonds
My feet pounded on the well-kept sidewalk as I raced toward the low-hanging sun. Houses were mirror reflections, staggered in a continuous, predictable pattern. Mom taught me to look for the one tree in our front yard that made our house unique. I had... no, I needed to be close.
Kyle SimmonsPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesMy Adopted Sisters and My Husband in Recovery
I woke with a mask on my face and I was strapped down, unable to move. My daughter was there, and my husband and three lifelong friends stood by my bed.
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesThe Real Dragon Warrior
In the heart of a Southeast London socially deprived area, among its challenges, a real-life dragon warrior emerges. Leila, a single mother of two small boys and now a newborn girl, embodies the spirit of Longmu, the Chinese goddess known as the Mother of Dragons. Her journey, a modern-day triumph echoing the strength and resilience of days gone by, becomes a tribute to the ancient myth.
ColdHardCashPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesMy Marigold
The way she commands a room has everyone in a ten mile radius enraptured. Her smile is as contagious as a yawn. Her eyes the color of freshly bloomed marigolds. I envy her, her beauty, her intelligence, her wit, she is as perfect as you could ever imagine. Until you look closer.
Grace StevensonPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesVisits from Grandpa: My Heartfelt Encounters in Dreams.
A few months after my grandpa passed away, we were in deep sorrow. He was such a kind and down-to-earth person. My words cannot express my emotions right now but he was loved by everyone laughing, and smiling all the time. My grandpa used to find ways to make a good family get-together...
Home is Where the Heart Is
In the bustling heart of a city, amid the cacophony of honking cars and hurried footsteps, a small, weathered building stood its ground. Its paint was worn, and its windows bore the marks of time, yet to those acquainted with it, this edifice held a significance beyond its physical appearance—it was a symbol of hope and compassion. This was Haven Homeless Shelter, a sanctuary where weary souls found respite and warmth amidst the chill of the streets.
Yogi Tri AgustiyanPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesA Mother's Love: Navigating Adversity and Cultivating Hope
In the serene embrace of a village cradled amidst verdant rice fields, there resided a woman of remarkable fortitude named Djematin. Her name, simple yet evocative, belied the profound strength and resilience that coursed through her veins. A single mother, she poured her heart and soul into nurturing her three children: Yodik, Yustika, and Yogi. They were not just her offspring; they were the very essence of her existence, the driving force behind every choice she made.
Yogi Tri AgustiyanPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesHannah's Cottage
As I looked out from our kitchen window, I saw the rain had stopped, and the clouds had made way for the sun. The tea kettle whistled just as I finished buttering my cinnamon muffin. Sitting next to me, waiting for any crumbs to fall, was my little girl Kerry, our chocolate lab. "Sorry, girl, no crumbs today. You know your mom has been on me about my messes in the kitchen." Her tail started wagging, and she gazed at me with those big brown eyes. "You are just like your mother. I cannot say no to her either when she looks at me with her deep green eyes."
Richard FrohmPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesI Talked To A Couple of Brothers Today
I remember climbing trees with my brothers. I was the oldest and I felt responsible for my younger brothers and sister from a very young age. And so to some degree, I still feel responsible for keeping close ties!
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 months ago in Families"Beneath the Enchanted Canopy"
There once lived three siblings: Emily, who was the oldest at eighteen; Alex, who was the middle kid at fifteen; and Lily, who was the youngest at twelve, in a charming little town surrounded by verdant meadows and rolling hills. A lush garden encircled their quaint cottage, which was fenced in with white picket fencing. The siblings had a special relationship that extended beyond blood; they were the closest of friends in addition to being family.
Aadhya_love_0710Published 2 months ago in FamiliesThe Year I Almost Met My Brother
I am an only child. I mean, I was an only child. Well, sort of. I was raised as an only child, but then . . . Out of the blue the December I was 27 years old I got a call from my Mother.
Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)Published 2 months ago in Families