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Most recently published stories in Families.

The Man Who Kept the Lights On
At half past five each morning, before the city properly woke up, Martin swung his legs out of bed and sat still for a moment.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Families
The Scent of Other Basil
The kitchen always smelled of garlic and something else, something vague and sweet, like old wood and sunshine. Elena, my mother, leaned against the counter, hands kneading olive oil into dough for focaccia, her knuckles white. Her voice, thin with age but still carrying the lilt of Calabria, started on the same story, the one about her childhood, about Nonna Mariella’s kitchen, back in some village I couldn’t even point to on a map. ‘The morning light,’ she’d say, eyes unfocused, looking right through me, ‘it poured through the window like thick honey, right onto Nonna’s hands as she shelled peas.’ I could see it. I could feel that light, warm on my own skin. Hear the gentle pop of the peas from their pods, a quiet rhythm against the chirping of crickets outside an open window I’d never sat beside.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Families
The Christmas Tree That Traveled at Night
In a pretty house with blue shutters, nestled in a quiet street, lived a family like any other. There were Dad, Mom, and little Léonie, six and a half years old, who loved Christmas more than anything in the world.
By La P'tite Pinolaiseabout a month ago in Families
My Mother Died A Year Ago Today
I consider myself to be a geniu-, I mean, a pretty good writer. I express myself through my writing much better than I ever did in person. Most of the time, if I want to say something about the state of the world, I write a play. If I want to vent, I post something on Medium. Writing is my sanctuary. Which is why I am at a loss for words as to why I can’t seem to be able to write a decent and coherent post about my mother. I figured I’d be writing tributes, articles and all sort of things to cope with the pain of losing her, but I can’t. I mean, I have, many times, on many platforms, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Even within the depths of my pain, I can’t bring myself to do any of that to a level I’m satisfied with, because I’m numb.
By Carol Saint Martinabout a month ago in Families
I ACCEPT WHO I AM
Life isn't easy but much rather a rollercoaster of issues and emotions that are left unresolved. Being a teenager trapped in a cycle of depression , feeling left and not fitting makes life even worse. The feeling of having a voice but not being able to use it is worse. To isolate yourself and to be all consumed by a put of emotions.
By Unwritten Chaptersabout a month ago in Families
Echoes of silence:. AI-Generated.
Inside the dimly lit living room of a modest home, the air was thick with tension. The walls, once adorned with family photographs and laughter, now seemed to absorb the sharp words exchanged between two parents locked in yet another conflict. Their voices rose, clashing like thunder, while their children sat silently in the shadows, their small hearts pounding with fear.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Families
How to Enjoy Cancun Beaches Without Getting Sea Lice Bites
There is nothing like that first moment when your feet sink into warm white sand and the turquoise water curls around your ankles and you feel like you have stepped into a postcard come to life.
By Amanda Glenabout a month ago in Families
Echo's Of journeys:My father's Path to Spain:. AI-Generated.
When I was a toddler, my father’s trips felt like mysteries wrapped in silence. He lived and worked in distant countries, far away from our small home, and we were too young to understand what those travels truly meant. For us, his absence was filled with phone calls, letters, and stories that seemed larger than life. Spain, Germany, and other places were not destinations we could picture clearly; they were names that floated in the air, symbols of a world we could not yet grasp.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Families
What Makes a Holiday Bouquet Feel Luxurious and Elegant?
Explore the charm of fresh holiday florals and bring home a touch of elegance. Reach out to your local floral expert today to find the arrangement that speaks to you.
By Ketty Pannuabout a month ago in Families
The Weight of Pages
Eleanor’s boots crunched on the gravel drive, the sound too loud in the dead quiet of her father’s property. The house, a hulking Victorian beast, loomed against the bruised winter sky, its windows like vacant eyes. Three days after the funeral, and she was back, not because she wanted to be, but because the lawyers had called. And because, even in death, her mother’s silent plea lingered, a phantom tug at Eleanor’s gut. She pushed open the heavy oak door. The cold hit first, then the smell—old paper, damp earth, and something metallic, like forgotten pennies.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Families
The Reindeer Who Was Afraid to Fly
In the deepest depths of the snowy forests of the North Pole, where winter sings an eternal lullaby and where the northern lights dance like silk ribbons in the sky, lived a herd of reindeer not quite like the others. They were Santa's reindeer. Their coats gleamed like pearls under the moon, their antlers were adorned with tiny frost crystals, and their hooves quivered with a magical energy that allowed them to travel across the sky in a single night.
By La P'tite Pinolaiseabout a month ago in Families
"I Thought Pity Was Kindness—Until My Compassion Broke Someone I Loved" . AI-Generated.
At 28, I kept a first-aid kit under my bed. Band-aids, antiseptic, and a small notebook where I recorded the problems of everyone around me. My boyfriend called me "the fixer." I took pride in that label—until the night I found him sitting on the bathroom floor, staring at a bottle of sleeping pills, and realized I’d helped build his cage.
By gui xiong liabout a month ago in Families