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Why We Ate Dinner Without Speaking for a Year
The silence began on a Tuesday. It wasn’t loud, like a door slamming or a scream echoing down a hallway. It was quieter than that—almost polite. My father set the table, just like always. I brought over the plates, careful not to clink the silverware. We sat across from each other, side by side in our grief, and ate in silence.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Families
3 Warning Signs I Ignored Before Realizing It Was Time to Quit My Job. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
From the time I began working after college, I aspired to be a woman in leadership and "have it all": marriage, kids, career. But when I reached my goal, I didn't feel the way I imagined I would. Becoming a parent reshaped my priorities gradually, yet profoundly, and at the end of March, I stepped away from a career I had spent over a decade building.
By Shayan Ali6 months ago in Families
What My Father Never Said, and What I Heard Anyway
He never gave big speeches. There were no long-winded father-son talks over a campfire, no final words of wisdom before I moved out, no dramatic pronouncements about life, women, or work. He wasn’t the kind of man who offered advice — at least not in the traditional sense.
By Kamran Zeb6 months ago in Families
Sweet Revenge Without The Drama
...SUCCESS is the best revenge! I can't remember a time when I've seen her so happy. I'm happy too - broke, but happy! For years I'd lived next door to 'Cruella-de-Vil'. A bitter and twisted lady in her 60s, who rarely had a good word to say about anyone.
By Pamella Richards6 months ago in Families
The Day Mom Let Go
Growing up, my mother was always there. Not just in the physical sense—making meals, cleaning the house, helping with homework—but emotionally too. She was the kind of mom who knew something was wrong even before I said a word. Her love was constant, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet, but always present. She was the safety net I didn’t realize I depended on until I had to step off it.
By Hassan Jan6 months ago in Families
Sleepless in Solitude Part 2
I see and hear some mothers complaining about how their babies are the 'terrible twos', messing up the house, getting into everything, pen marks everywhere, baby gates being climbed over, messy eating time and so on and so forth. Many times I have seen babies at 8 months old, less than 1 year old, etc. talking, crawling everywhere, mums running after them, doing all sorts of things and sometimes I wished my daughter could do the same...
By Esther Oyewole6 months ago in Families
Sleepless in Solitude: Did Any Of It Work?
Did Any Of It Work? Sleeplessness is a strange companion. While the world sleeps, I am awake, with my special daughter, I have 3). I have been a stay at home mum for so long that I can't even begin to contemplate returning to the rat race that is called 'work' — alarms, traffic jams, awkward office small talk — my brain freezes just thinking about it. My reason, you ask, maybe I'll share it in my next story. My husband is the only one working, and, although he has a well paid job, I can't help but feel like I should contribute something.
By Esther Oyewole6 months ago in Families
When Silence Fell Between Us . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The first thing Leila noticed was that Daniel stopped asking how her day was. It didn’t happen overnight. At first, it was just once or twice—he’d come home late, kiss her on the cheek absently, and head straight to the couch. She told herself he was tired, stressed, distracted. Work had been rough. Life was just busy. But then it became a pattern. A new routine. Quiet replaced curiosity.
By FAWAD KOKO6 months ago in Families
