extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
To My Uncle,
To My Uncle, It’s been a long time—far too long—but I can still hear the words you told me and recall the lessons you taught me. You always wanted me to be better than our blood. You taught me the value of being honorable, compassionate, and understanding even in the face of the worst. I may not have lived up to everything you wanted me to be, but I hope I’ve made you proud.
By C.A. McKinney4 years ago in Families
How to Deal With the Difficulties You Face as a Step Parent
Step-parents often face an extremely fragile and delicate situation: they can be seen by children as usurpers who have destroyed their family, which is why the other parent left the marital home! When one of the partners of the conjugal couple leaves the family, the changes affect the children for a long time - who can be considered the only innocent victims.
By Nour Barclay4 years ago in Families
Nightsweepers
“One… two… three… oh yeah that one, too, four. I was leaving that one out. That should be enough for one day. Seven months old—how sad. Gone too soon. I do this for you, little guy.” These stories never get old. No one is like the other. You never see the same exact dates. The names are never duplicated. No one’s story ends the same because no one’s journey is remotely similar. “Thank you for your service, sir,” he says as he salutes.
By Kristina Stefanko4 years ago in Families
Heartbeat
The fear of living without the one we love very much is always in our heart and if someone very dear to us leaves us, then no one can understand the pain after that. But I was very sad after my first pet dog left me forever in only 15 days,Nothing seemed good, only he was remembered, then a magic happened in my life one day my elder sister brought a new pet dog for me.I loved seeing that dog, I was very happy and in happiness I named my dog as Krish. I share a lot of memories with Krrish some good, some bad, some in which I have bothered him and some such he has bothered me , but still all these memories are very close to my heart and some of these memories are very sweet, which I want to share with you all. Let's start from the first moment, Krish was only 15 or 20 days old when my sister took him home and he used to eat only rajma rice( Indian food). He was very small in size, so Krish escaped through the hole to drain the water and then after that I searched him everywhere. After a long time, I heard a barking sound from outside and you know what I found him, outside the main door of our house. Krish stood there silently as if he had not done anything. After that, I was always careful about Krish that he should not run away from the hole again. A few days after Krish came to our house, my entire family had to go to a party one night. So I had to leave Krish alone at home. When we all came back home after two hours, we saw that Krish was not at home.I searched for him everywhere, looked in every corner of the house but I could not see him anywhere and there was no chance to get out of the house because the door was closed from outside. After some time I started crying and ran to my bedroom, I completely surprised because Krish was sitting on my bed where my clothes were scattered all over. It means Krish was hiding them in the middle of the clothes from the beginning ever since we came back home from the party . It was just a few days ago that we were going to the village in our car and Krish didn't like sitting in the car at all. The journey from my house to the village which always turned out to be so good, when we took Krish, that journey turned into a very bad journey because Krish was vomiting all over the road. Then after reaching the village house, we did a lot of service to Krish, I had never received so much service as much as my family members did that day for Krish. You know why? Because my family loves Krish very much. We all know krrish is a little naughty but still i love krish very much, he is my heartbeat.
By Lucky Sharma4 years ago in Families
Besties
Honestly, life sucks, I was going to write something too personal that happened recently, but I decided not to, because it is too recent honestly, and every time I think of what happened I just want to cry and hate myself more for what happened. So, I am going to put this put this out there; you don't know what happens behind closed doors, and when someone shows no interest in talking to you or being around you then you shouldn't continue to talk to them or be around them, they have their reasons.
By Audrey DeLong4 years ago in Families
The Guardian
Jade stared at her ceiling, terrified. She clutched her teddy bear closer to her and whimpered quietly. The wind howled like a banshee outside, while the branches, like bony, cold fingers, scratched against the window. She hated visiting the cabin. Every time she looked out into the ominous woods, she could feel it watching her, waiting for her to let down her guard. She especially hated it at night, when at times it was as silent as a tomb, and other nights, like tonight, when it sounded like the dead were rising from their graves. She imagined them now, lumbering and moaning, reaching toward her.
By Sherraine Eresmas4 years ago in Families
The Grandfather Owl
I was walking down the street one autumn night. It was dark and the cool wind made the tips of my ears red. The only reason I could see anything ahead of me was because of the streetlights. The dim yellow lights were occasionally flickering. I continue to walk down the sidewalk passing every nice house wishing one of them were mine. I imagined what my life could be like. I wished I could live in a mansion with my mother. I wished I could afford to give my mother the world. But I couldn't. It’s not like we couldn’t afford luxuries such as medication or television, we just couldn't afford to live easily like the people in these houses. These types of homes could only be had if you won the lottery. Then I saw something, a big barn owl. It was watching me. It was only at that moment that I realized I had stopped walking. I cautiously started walking again. Its eyes seemed to follow me, then its head, then its entire body. My grandfather used to tell me that barn owls were a good omen, a sign of something good was going to happen. I was never the type to be superstitious, but its gaze kept following me. It felt like my grandfather was watching me. It was looking at me the way he always did. I rounded the corner and reached my home. I reach into the flowerpot and pull out the key. I pushed the now unlocked door open and announced my presence so the sudden sounds of me entering the room wouldn't frighten my mother. She came down the stairs and greeted me with a smile and told me she had a surprise. I followed her as she led the way into the attic and there it was. A cardboard box sitting among many others. The moonlight shone through the small window and right onto the box in a way that made it look like a scene from a movie. I walked up to the string hanging from the ceiling and gave it a light tug. The light flicked on and lit the room. Well, sort of. It was very dim. I open the box and inside is a bunch of old trinkets. Then I saw it. The surprise. It was a ring. Not only a ring but an entire jewelry box full of them gems jewels coins rubies. Everything you would imagine to be in a pirate's treasure chest. I took it all and cashed it the next day. It totaled $50,000 cash. The value came mostly from the coins. One of which dated back to 1812! I rushed home to tell my mother and she was so happy that she immediately started crying, I couldn't blame her. She grew up very poor in a third world country. Until her father (my grandfather) took his daughter and moved to America. My mother was nothing like her father. My grandfather was a very religious and strict man who always treated people as if they were nothing. Except for me and my mother. He was a good man at heart, but he did some terrible things in his life. He stole from people and left everything he got in the attic for us to find. One last favor from my grandfather. I turned to look out the window, and what did I see? That same little barn owl. The one from last night. It once again felt like my grandfather was watching me, it almost looked like it was smiling. That afternoon I went to work. I was a daytime security guard at an arcade. It was just me and my friend Tommy working. He wasn't the type to talk much and only interacted with people if he absolutely had to. This meant that I ended up dealing with customers the most. My manager calls over the walkie talkie and says to go to the men's restroom because there was a child refusing to leave the arcade.
By Sarah Jones4 years ago in Families
