extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
The Eldest. AI-Generated.
In many Asian families, there is a quiet, unspoken truth: the eldest child does not get to be tired. They do not get to complain, break down, or fall apart. They are the torchbearers, expected to be strong, responsible, and endlessly self-sacrificing.
By Arun Cleetus7 months ago in Families
Threads of Midnight. AI-Generated.
Grandma Lian always swore that black brought only sorrow. “Funeral color,” she’d mutter, pushing the ebony scarf to the back of the cupboard whenever Mei tried to wear it. Traditions, she’d say, kept the family safe, just as they had in her Hakka village, long before planes and phones stitched continents together.
By Arun Cleetus7 months ago in Families
From Buildings to Better Lives: Tran Group’s People-First Redevelopment Strategy
Not every real estate company sees potential in the neglected corners of New York City. But Tran Group does. With a mission grounded in integrity and community upliftment, this purpose-driven firm works with small landlords to transform aging properties—not for profit alone, but to rebuild the dignity, stability, and trust that housing should always offer.
By Dena Falken Esq7 months ago in Families
Building with Heart: Sonny Tran’s Community-First Approach to Real Estate
In the often profit-driven world of real estate, Sonny Tran stands out for his heart-centered approach to development. As founder of Tran Group, Sonny has redefined the role of the real estate investor—not just as a businessperson, but as a builder of community. His journey, rooted in resilience and genuine passion, highlights the difference that personal purpose can make in transforming lives and neighborhoods.
By Dena Falken Esq7 months ago in Families
The Day Silence Replaced Her Voice
I never imagined silence could be so loud. It was a Thursday afternoon—the kind of day you forget before it’s even over. The sun peeked out between the clouds like it couldn’t decide whether to shine or hide. She had been sleeping more often those days, her voice growing thinner, softer—like a fading radio station in the background of life.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Families
The Last Secret
Sarah had never been close to her mother-in-law, Evelyn. Their relationship was civil but distant, like two strangers forced to coexist in the same space. Evelyn was a woman of few words — guarded, proud, and seemingly burdened by secrets Sarah could only guess at.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Families
Halal Pakistani Meal Prep Weekly Plans for Busy Families. Content Warning.
Halal Pakistani Meal Prep Weekly Plans for Busy Families It can be quite difficult to balance job, family, and spiritual commitments in the fast-paced world of today. It can be difficult and draining for many Pakistani families to maintain a halal lifestyle while continuing to eat regular meals. Even while there is a great affection for home-cooked meals, preparing fresh meals every day can become burdensome due to school runs, office meetings, cleaning, and community obligations.
By abualyaanart7 months ago in Families
A Letter I Never Sent (But Needed to Write)
There’s a strange kind of weight that sits on your chest when you carry words inside you—words you want to say but never quite find the courage to speak aloud. Sometimes, the hardest conversations are the ones you have with yourself, long after the moment to say them has passed.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Families
SUNDAY BEST PART II. Content Warning.
Sunday Best Part II By: T.D Carter As I sat there next to Aunt Mae, my feet swung back and forth in ankle lace ruffle white socks, the glossy black patent leather of my Mary Jane shoes catching the dappled sunlight that filtered through the stained-glass windows. I glanced up at her—she was transfixed, her gaze locked on the pulpit as the choir filed in, their robes a river of color and movement. Aunt Mae’s red and black dress hugged her curves with the confidence of a racecar hugging every twist and turn on a well-worn track. Her skin, luminous and light, whispered of her Cherokee grandmother’s legacy, and her hair—inky black, coiled in generous curls—framed her face like a crown. She moved with a regal grace, her every gesture dignified, as if she carried the weight of our family’s name on her shoulders. When Aunt Mae entered a room, conversations paused, heads turned, and admiration lingered in the air like perfume.
By T.D.Carter7 months ago in Families
