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A Friendship Forged in Lilies
The air shimmered with the promise of spring on Easter morning. Sunlight, like scattered jewels, kissed the windowpanes of the hospital room, painting a mosaic on the pale walls. Inside, wrapped in a cocoon of white sheets, I cradled a tiny miracle in my arms. He had arrived a chorus of cries just after sunrise, a perfect counterpoint to the church bells that tolled the joyous news of Easter Sunday.
Rebecca Lynn IveyPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesThe bench
The bench The old man sat on the park bench, watching the children play. He smiled as he remembered a time when he was young and carefree, just like them.
- Runner-Up in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge
Mother, Dear
For most of my life, I have made a point not to come close to anything like “hero worship.” This decision started early. In middle school, we were all required to enter an essay contest and write about a person we considered a hero. I wracked my brain for a week or so, thinking hard about who I could write about, knowing full well that most kids would be writing about their parents or some celebrity or athlete they loved. I decided on Cassie Bernall– the seventeen-year-old “who said yes” to believing in God during the Columbine High School massacre. This option checked every box for me and my parents.
Dad's Devotion: Nurturing Champions
In the heart of a bustling city, nestled amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there resided a man named Daniel. Daniel was not a prominent figure in the city's landscape; he was an ordinary man with an extraordinary devotion to his family. His days were filled with the humdrum of work as an accountant, but his evenings and weekends were reserved for the most important role of all: that of a father.
Ayshwarya MahadevanPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesA Mother's Resilience
As I sit at the kitchen table, sipping my morning coffee, I find my thoughts drifting back to my childhood, to the woman who shaped me into the person I am today: my mother.
Ashleigh HolmesPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesPARENTING AND FAMILY
Title: From Crawling to Walking: Milestones in Baby Development. The journey from infancy to toddlerhood is a miraculous adventure filled with awe-inspiring milestones that mark the remarkable growth and development of our little ones. As parents, we eagerly anticipate each new achievement, from that first tentative crawl to those wobbly first steps. Join me on a journey through the magical world of baby development as we explore the milestones that shape the early years of our children's lives.
oludotun oyedelePublished 2 months ago in FamiliesJack and the Beanstalk
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack. He lives with his mother in a small house in the village. Jack's family is very poor, the only asset they have is a cow, which is so old that it can no longer give milk. One day, Jack's mother decided to sell the cow. Mother told Jack to take the cow to the market to sell, trying to get a good price.
Xuân TrườngPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesDevotion
Will you marry me? My stomach somersaults as I realise, I am engaged, betrothed, affianced. People say little girls dream of this moment their whole lives, but for most of mine, I feigned no interest in the complexities of marriage. Nor did I ever fantasise about becoming a mother or raising children.
Sian N. CluttonPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesThere Is No Art in Heart
My daughter has an autoimmune disease that might shorten her life... and I'm the one who gave it to her. Every parent's worst nightmare, of course, to be responsible for something terrible happening to your child. And, to be honest, I had little idea that this was a possibility before I had kids. I knew that one branch of my family all seemed to have bad luck when it came to getting sick early in life and that about half of them died when they hit middle age. But that didn't have anything to do with me, right?
Alison McBainPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesWomen I Picked
At the time of birth, I weighted about 2.5 Pounds, with a fragile body, a minor hole in my heart, with ear folded with skin, and an ear canal blocked with the pillar or skin a result birth was not able to listen to the birds sounds, whispering, lightening and rain drops from one side.
Abdul QureshiPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesShall days be generations?
Greetings everyone, below is my entry for Vocal's "The Dragon Beside Me" challenge! Here's a poem about 3 generations of women who had influenced (and will continue to influence) my life, in not just the past and present, but future as well. I'll be doing a breakdown of it below, so read on!
Talented girl
In a city there was a woman who bleached clothes. He had three daughters. All three turned out to be beauties. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't eat enough. They lived in poverty. One day a handsome young man came to their house. Mother! I come from a neighboring village. I am rich.