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How to love your Parents.
We all are guilty of not paying enough attention to our birth givers. We tend to get lost in our lives, with questions like how do I earn more? or get a girlfriend/boyfriend? or get over my break-up? We question ourselves often that Are we pretty enough? Do people love me? If I die will anyone miss me? Well, I don’t know about the world but our parents will always love us no matter what, give us more than we ask for, think we are the prettiest person ever and do almost everything to protect us from the dangers of life.
By Nikita Dhumal3 years ago in Families
Listen To The Pear Tree, Bambino.
It was always the same routine each day. He would walk the cobbled streets with his birch twig, swinging it back and forth with his cadence. With each swing of his leg, out came the twig, like a metronome keeping time with his walk. He couldn’t quite remember how he started this peculiar habit, but thought it was probably around the time Nonna taught him of tree spirits.
By E.K. Daniels3 years ago in Families
Tender Fruit
We were 16, and he was beautiful. The attention he paid me was intoxicating. I spent every shift scanning strangers’ produce. I spent every shift feeling the flesh of the fruits and vegetables in the palms of my hands, gently cupping the peaches and pears so as not to bruise their delicate skin. I spent every shift searching him out. Between the beep… beep… beeps of the register, my eyes would scan over the low racks, trying to catch a glimpse of tan arms I knew would be stocking an aisle somewhere. Would he be looking at me this time? He almost always was. My stomach would somersault as his green eyes drank me in. Blood would rush to my face and head, making the world shift in and out of focus. But my vision would clear in a second, and he’d still be there. Wanting me.
By Amanda Kelly3 years ago in Families
A House With A Pear Tree
Jack and Jill had been living in their bungalow for almost 10 years now. Out of nowhere one day the landlord arrived and told them he wanted to sell the house so that he could retire early, he apologized for the inconvenience and left. They were left both speechless and motionless.
By Saoire O Brien3 years ago in Families
The Magical Pear Tree
In the heart of the Ozarks, a family flourished in the warmth of their togetherness, their home a sanctuary of laughter and shared moments. The parents, always eager for new experiences, would whisk their children away on picnics, playing until exhaustion set in. But one day, their world was shattered. Their only child, the beacon of their lives, fell gravely ill. Her name was Maggie. Yet, even in the face of this devastating news, the family's unity and love remained unshaken, a testament to the power of their bond in the face of adversity. It was this love and unity that would carry them through the darkest of times.
By Ronna Curtis3 years ago in Families
Broken Hearts
Her heart was so cold from a story untold. It was no telling if she could ever start healing. Because every where she went people looked at her crazy. She had tattoos on her face to hide her pain. Being such a pretty girl had so many man knocking at her door. But little did they know how frozen her heart was. She was so young and everyone thought she was dumb for having tattooed her face and now she looked like a clown. Because many were scared because of what she had on her face, I could only imagine how telling her story would have them so much more afraid. So the tattoos only helped keep them away. She had secrets she wouldn't tell because she was so ashamed. There were people that hurt her and she refused to name names. And then I realized she was looking for something to gain. I was fooled into thinking that because I was given something it was with pure intention, but it was only to violate my space and stop my elevation. But because of who I am I used it for what it was meant for; to remind me of my purpose, to do things genuinely with no expectation
By Jenae Smith3 years ago in Families
The Gift I Love the Most
In December 2017 my husband was signed up and ready to go to the Air Force basic training. We knew we wouldn't be able to chat on the phone, although he had heard rumors that they gave you an hour of phone time on the weekends to call home to family, but we weren't counting on it (didn't want to get our hopes up if it wasn't true). I didn't know how much of a heartache would be to not be able to talk or text him every day. Since I was a teenager I've had a phone and I now really understood how much we take that advantage for granted in our generation.
By Monica Bruce3 years ago in Families
Camp Sibling
“Reece! Reece! REECE!!!” The strain from screaming his name so loud instantaneously summoned tears to stream down my face as I lay helpless in the thick bushes; I have sustained a painful, sprained right knee. My body began to quiver as the freezing temperatures started to take its toll, and the robust trees that surround me provided minimum protection from the brisk winds. All I could do was to look up at the twinkling stars in the dark sky, asking myself how’d I get into such a predicament.
By Tish Dinkins3 years ago in Families
Family Values
Memories are the best things that we have when others we had in our lives are no longer around. It's an amazing gift from God I think. My best memories are with my grandfather. They start back in 1980 when I was only five years old. That's when I learned how to ice fish. He would tell me all the time, "Early birds catch the worm, and the fish are biting today, I feel it in my bones."
By Paige Kostyniuk3 years ago in Families
Father-Daughter Relationships
A father's role in a family dynamic is significant especially in a child's development in the early stages. This piece will focus on the relationship between a father-daughter relationship and the daughter's subsequent male relationships.
By Francis Sereva3 years ago in Families