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The Child Who Lost Her Voice.PART 1. Content Warning.
This is a true life of an 8 year old child who lost her happiness due to her step mother's maltreatment. this is my first story ever, please pardon me if I made any mistake or if you find my story not good enough.
By Momoh GoldenMaiyah4 months ago in Families
Highway Robbery
Highway Robbery I stepped into an old store today, one of those places that still smells like dust and linoleum, where the shelves lean slightly and the fluorescent lights hum like they’ve been tired for decades. Something about the place stirred a memory—sharp and unsettling. I realized, standing there in the quiet, that when I was young, the stores my grandmother traded with were robbing her blind. Not with guns or threats, but with inflated prices, deceptive deals, and the kind of quiet exploitation that preys on trust and limited options.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Families
We Will Find You
The Supervisor Housekeeping was super busy today. The hotel was full and we needed all team members on deck. I was getting ready to go help make beds when she walked into my office like she’d just escaped something. Not a fire. Not a car crash. Something quieter, but just as devastating. Her eyes scanned the room like she wasn’t sure if it was safe to speak. Her hand trembled as she held out the letter, the paper soft and warped from tears. I could see the government seal before I even touched it.
By Lizz Chambers4 months ago in Families
The Lion’s Pride
In the vast golden stretches of the African savannah, where the tall grass swayed with the whispers of the wind and the horizon burned each evening with the fire of the setting sun, lived a mighty lion named Shiran. He was not just another lion wandering the wild; he was the king, the protector, and the living legend of that endless land. His mane glistened like flames in daylight, and when he roared, the sound rolled across valleys and rivers like thunder, commanding both respect and fear.
By Riaz Hamkar4 months ago in Families
The Language of Love in Silence. AI-Generated.
When people hear the word “love,” they often imagine big things—like saying I love you, giving expensive gifts, or writing romantic poems. But in my life, I discovered that real love is not always loud. Many times, it is quiet. It lives in the small things people do for us every day, without ever needing to speak.
By Shani writer4 months ago in Families
Sleeping With a Yeti: The Bed Divorce That Saved Us. Content Warning.
There are so many different ways couples and even families sleep. Some are cultural, some are out of necessity, some are for security. There are those that fit into the societal norm, and those that are a bit unconventional for no other reason than, we prefer it—like mine.
By Ash Ylvisaker4 months ago in Families
The Master . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I learned this early. At 16, I got my first job at a convenience food store owned by a man named Robert Lee. At first, it felt promising. The pay was decent for the work we did. But when Robert’s wife stepped in, everything changed. Our wages dropped to just $13 a week.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Families
To Mother
Alone in the dark, a young boy begins to cry. “Mother! MOTHER!” he calls out in desperation. Why does he scream so urgently? Why, in the midst of all that frightens us, do we often call for our mothers? One could deduce that perhaps it is due to the womb being our first place of memory for some, and for others a distant dream in the subconscious. Either way, this warm, dark, peace is our first experience of existence prior to birth across the board. We hear our mother’s heartbeat from within, alone in the dark. We are fed from her placenta through our umbilical cords. She literally gives us life. It makes sense to call for our creator when we feel threatened. However, the meaning of the word, “mother,” is far more complex than simply a female that has a child. Sometimes a birth mother passes, or they find themselves unable to care for a child who must be given to a close relative or perhaps adopted out. There are even some without a formal family. Nevertheless, most people will claim to have at least one motherly figure in their lives. How is this so if a mother is limited to the woman who gave birth to you? It isn’t. “Mother,” is not just a noun; it is also a verb. A mother is more than a woman who has given birth to or adopted a child, she is also a lifelong support system, protector, and guide to the world for anyone whom she chooses to mother.
By Lolly Vieira4 months ago in Families
