siblings
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Today, Deepti was in a restless mood at the shop throughout the day. There was turmoil in the mind. While leaving the house in the morning, mother i.e. Deepti's mother-in-law had said in a low voice that she understood very well the meaning of her daughter coming home early in the evening and her coming home early. That's why she remained restless the whole day. Bela next to her also interrupted her two-three times, “What's the matter Deepti? Why are you looking so sad today?”
RAJEEV VERMAPublished 2 months ago in Families- First Place in Love Unraveled Challenge
Love
Leah never stopped moving. Even when she was standing still, you could feel the restlessness in her bones. She’d shift in place, tap her finger, jiggle her leg. She was a hurricane wrapped in tanned, freckled skin, a perpetual motion machine in human form. Everything was to excess. She ran like the wind, laughed at everything. She drank like a fish, cursed like a sailor. She lived life to the fullest, all day, every day, and she never once got tired.
Explain why popcorn pops to a kid who loves watching it in the microwave.
Popcorn is like a tiny explosion of joy in a bag. You might have wondered why those little kernels magically transform into fluffy, delicious snacks when you pop them in the microwave. Well, get ready to embark on a journey into the world of popcorn popping – it's a mix of science, fun, and a dash of magic!
JOSIAH NWOKOPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesMy son says "I can't hold the pencil"
As a mother I want my child to write well at the early stage. Everyday is the struggle between me and my son while practicing writing. One day he says "Mom, I couldn't hold the pencil". Then I realised and start to find the several reasons why your child is having difficulty holding a pencil. There I found a common reason - Underdeveloped fine motor skills i.e. Holding a pencil requires coordination and strength in the small muscles of the hand and fingers. If your child's fine motor skills are still developing, they may find it challenging to grasp and control the pencil.
"A Tapestry of Dreams: The Journey of Oliver and Amelia"
Oliver and Amelia, a brother and sister, once lived in a little village tucked away amid thick forests and rolling hills. Situated at the edge of the village, their charming thatched-roofed cottage was surrounded by the pleasant scent of nature and wildflowers.
Aadhya_love_0710Published 3 months ago in FamiliesParenting Adolescents: Navigating Challenges and Building Healthy Relationships
Parenting adolescents is a complex journey filled with unique challenges and opportunities for growth. As children transition from childhood to adolescence, they undergo significant physical, cognitive, emotional, and social changes, presenting parents with a new set of challenges to navigate. This essay explores the key challenges of parenting adolescents, including peer pressure, risk-taking behavior, and communication barriers, and offers strategies for fostering trust, autonomy, and open dialogue to build healthy relationships during this transitional stage of development.
JELILI ADESINA GANIYUPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesFriendship
Title: The Unbreakable Bond: A Tale of Enduring Friendship In the quaint town of Greenwood, where the sunsets painted the sky in hues of gold and the gentle breeze whispered secrets among the trees, two kindred spirits forged a friendship that would withstand the tests of time. Their names were Mia and Olivia, and from the moment they met in the second grade, their connection was undeniable.
Sangeen ShahPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesFamily Is Everything
Growing up, my brother and i had the kind of relationship that could rival a stormy sea. We clashed more often than we connected, and our disagreements went on for hours and echoed throught the walls of our chidlhood home , for everybody to hear. It wasn't that we didn't care for each other, it was just that we couldn't seem to see eye to eye on anything. Was it maybe due to our indivual desire to assert and identity ourself withing the family dynamic ? Perhaps prove who's the alpha male ?
The Power of Patience
Title: The Power of Patience: A Journey through Buddha's Wisdom and Beyond Patience, often hailed as a virtue, has been extolled by various cultures and philosophies throughout the ages. The timeless story involving Buddha and his disciple serves as a profound illustration of the transformative nature of patience. This article delves into the depths of this virtue through the narrative, unraveling the broader benefits of cultivating patience in our daily lives.
Maria_TheOneAndOnlyPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesThe Significance of Family Love
1. Introduction: Recognizing the considerate effect of family love becomes progressively important in the fast-paced world of today. Let’s Join on a journey to explore the true essence of family bonds, as we discover the importance of cultivating and maintaining a connection based on love and respect. This perceptive preface sets the groundwork stage for discovering effective ways to form and maintain a familial bond that not only withstands challenges but thrives with long-term love and support.
Sad Songs
I knew who Roberta Flack was at a very early age; God knows I heard every song she sang. I love her still, yet undoubtedly she reminds me of him. Daddy sat with his record player on the floor, his legs crossed in what some called, "Indian style" which by the way is not correct to say now. I don't know any other word to describe it though. He would smoke Marlboros, drink cheap beer or dark wine and cry. Daddy cried a lot. I did not know why way back then. As a broken woman now, well, I guess he had good reason. Nothing soothes the soul more than music. We remember who we are, where we were, why we smiled, all because of music. Late at night I miss him despite his need to keep moving, not only place to place but woman to woman. I was his only until I wasn't. My Momma loved him even when he was cheating, threatened with statutory rape by an underage girl's parents and that left us broke, Momma scarred and lost in his wake. Momma took up more than one job and he didn't help us one bit. He told everybody he did help us though. He was always so charming, as smooth as chenille, and oh so handsome just like a movie star. His lies were so believable it made anyone who contradicted him look bad, let's just say, he had a hold on people; good people who believed in him sometimes questioned other good people who were also up against a wall with their truths, their own 'believe it or not stories', that were entwined with his lies. There were so many others than me with their own broken up dreams, their need to feel safe, to be heard. I was part of his tribe until I began to remember and as always girls like me are just considered delusional. I have half sisters and brothers, too. None of them really want to know my story 'cause it messes up theirs. I remember his fourth wife coming to live with us. She did not want a daughter older than she, I mean who would? She believed in him after I had given up a million times and damn, she was cold. It was clear there would be no place for me in my nostalgic, narcissistic, father's life once she set foot in the door. Where should I be, where should I go? She not only wanted me out from my father's home, but just gone, like in disappear. It was a slow burning fire and I was not about to see my, at that time, only baby sister be distanced from me. Suddenly, at least to me, this wife became the accessible one, the reliable one, the Alpha. Losing my baby sister's faith in me when I had taken care of her alone, when he was drunk and falling all over the place felt like a wasp sting in the heart, hell, a whole hive of wasps stinging me to near death. To watch him manipulate and groom this new woman younger than myself was, and still is, an unnerving experience. I know deep down my sister loves me, yet she became the good one and nobody saw the good in me anymore. So, back to my father's love of a good time I remember us flying down the highway in a convertible and blue grass music was blasting; I hated the wind so I was scrunched down into the backseat floorboard. He had a girlfriend I liked a lot who had a dachshund named Lucy. Anyway, in that little space between two leather bucket seats I saw my daddy's hand slip over to his girlfriend's legs, then he moved it up to the top of her pants and wedged it down the front. What the heck was he doing? He then started talking about cotton, rubbing her and saying how he missed her little cotton. I was frozen. It did not come to my mind until I was a young teen; after babysitting somebody from church's kids the father drove me home. He smelled like booze and at a side road he slowed the car down, he put his nasty hand on my thigh and leaned in to kiss me. I knew right then to push him away as no way he was going to try to touch my cotton. He said something about he had the wrong impression. I was fourteen, what impression did I give him? When I got home and went inside, just like always I said nothing. The wife of this man would call and ask me to babysit and I'd say no and Momma didn't understand; I was so afraid to tell her. What is wrong with me? I ask myself this a whole lot lately. My little me pushes through and wants grown up me to deal with my creepy past; I wish my memories could be stolen. I'd do anything to sleep through the night and not remember no more.
The 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