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My Little Baby M ... cubed
To Baby M (cubed), I learned a lot more than I had expected to learn. I went to see someone about you because I bled and then I stopped and then I bled some more - and I told myself that I wouldn't get an ultrasound, but then I got scared for your wellbeing.
By The Schizophrenic Mom10 months ago in Families
The Living Memory
The Living Memory In a peaceful village, there was a giant banyan tree. It wasn’t just any tree—it was the heart of the village. People gathered under its shade to talk, to share, and to remember. This tree had witnessed generations grow up and change, and it was deeply connected to the villagers’ lives. Beneath its branches lived Amma Latha, an old woman who was known for her wisdom and the beautiful stories she told. Amma Latha had lived in the village for many years. She had seen it all—the good times and the bad. Every evening, children would sit at her feet, listening to stories about the village’s past, about the gods, and about people who lived before them. Amma's stories connected everyone to their history. She was the village's living memory. But times were changing. One day, a government official came to the village with some news. A new highway was being planned to pass through the village, and to make space for the road, the banyan tree would have to be cut down. The villagers were shocked. For some, the road was a sign of progress. It would bring better roads, schools, and jobs. But for others, the idea of cutting down the tree was unthinkable. It meant losing a piece of the village’s heart and history. Amma Latha was upset but stayed quiet. She knew the tree had been there long before her, and it had seen much more than just the present. Her granddaughter, Rekha, had just returned from the city for her summer vacation. She was excited to see her grandmother, but when she heard about the tree being cut down, she felt torn. She loved the village and its traditions, but she also saw the potential benefits of the road. “Maybe the road will bring good things, Paati,” Rekha said gently, trying to comfort Amma. Amma Latha looked at her granddaughter with wise, tired eyes. “Progress is not the same as forgetting, Rekha,” she said softly. “This tree holds our memories. If we let it go, we may forget who we are.” Later that night, Amma Latha called Rekha and Farhan, an orphan whom she had raised, into her room. She handed them a small, cloth-wrapped book. “I have written down the stories of this village,” she said. “These stories come from this tree, from my heart. If the tree is gone, we must keep the memories alive.” The next morning, Amma passed away quietly in her sleep. The village mourned her loss deeply. The banyan tree, too, seemed to mourn. Overnight, all the leaves fell, as if the tree knew Amma was gone. But the work to cut the tree down began anyway. The villagers were divided. Some, like Prakash, the shopkeeper’s son, supported the road. “This is the way forward,” he said. “We need this road. It will bring progress.” But Rekha and Farhan, holding Amma’s memory book, knew they couldn’t let the village forget its roots. They decided to speak up at the village meeting. Rekha stood in front of the gathered villagers. “This tree is more than just wood and leaves,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “It holds the memories of our people. If we cut it down, we are cutting away a part of who we are.” The villagers listened. One by one, they remembered the stories Amma had told them. They remembered their own memories beneath the banyan’s branches. Even Prakash, who had been so focused on the future, found himself thinking about his own childhood, the many times he had sat under the tree with his father. A petition was made to save the tree, and soon, the story of the village’s fight spread beyond the small community. People from nearby towns came to support them, and the government listened. After much debate, they agreed to reroute the highway, saving the banyan tree. On the day the machines left, Rekha and Farhan sat under the tree, the memory book between them. The sun shone through the branches, and children played around them, just as they had done in Amma’s time. Rekha opened the book and began reading one of Amma’s stories out loud. Farhan joined in, and soon, the villagers gathered around, listening to the words that had kept their history alive. “Amma would have been happy,” Rekha said, her eyes filled with tears. Farhan nodded. “She never really left us,” he said softly. “She’s still here, in the stories. In the tree.” The banyan tree stood strong, its branches full once more. It was more than just a tree. It was the living memory of a village, a place where the past and the present met, where people remembered who they were and what they stood for. And so, the village lived on—not just in buildings and roads, but in the stories shared under the banyan’s shade, generation after generation.
By Muneebkhanoffical 10 months ago in Families
Top Rated Video Security Door Bells
In today’s world, home security is no longer a luxury—it’s a necessity. Whether you’re protecting your family, deterring porch pirates, or just wanting peace of mind when you’re away, smart security devices are becoming essential tools for modern homeowners. One of the most popular and effective upgrades is the security doorbell camera, which lets you monitor your front door in real-time, communicate with visitors remotely, and keep a record of any activity on your property.
By Kyle Ross-Waddell10 months ago in Families
The Dark Side of Smartphones
There was a time when mobile phones were just tools. They helped us make a call, send a message, maybe set an alarm or play a song. But something changed. Slowly, silently, they became a part of us — not like an accessory, but like an addiction. And today, the harsh reality is, most of us can't live without them. The question is, are we using smartphones… or are they using us?
By Neeraj Tiwari10 months ago in Families
The Hands That Never Rested
In a quiet town near the hills, lived a woman named Asha. She was a mother of three—two boys and a girl. Her home was small, her clothes were simple, and her hands were always busy. But her heart? It was huge—filled with endless love for her children.
By Nihal Khan10 months ago in Families
"A Mother's Intuition: Unraveling the Layers of Love and Expectation" 🤱❤️🔍
The Unseen Layers of 'I Love You': A Mother's Perspective Author's Note ✍️ Respected Sri Gaur Gopal Das is an Indian monk, lifestyle coach, and motivational speaker recognized for his insightful storytelling that imparts meaningful life lessons. One such narrative delves into the evolving expressions of a son's love for his mother throughout various stages of his life. This story intricately examines familial relationships, emphasizing the deep wisdom that mothers often possess. It sheds light on how expressions of love within a family can transform over time, sometimes intertwining with personal motives. Through this narrative, readers are encouraged to reflect on their own familial interactions and assess the sincerity of their intentions.
By PRABAL TR PRO10 months ago in Families
How to Regain Trust After Betrayal – Relationship Guide
Falling in love is a mesmerizing experience—a whirlwind of emotions, deep connection, and unwavering trust. It’s the invisible thread that binds two souls together, creating a foundation of security and intimacy. But what happens when that trust is shattered? The very bedrock of your relationship begins to crack, leaving behind a chasm of pain, confusion, and disillusionment. Betrayal—whether through infidelity, deceit, or hidden truths—can shake a relationship to its core, making it feel as though everything once cherished is now slipping away.
By Marriage Counselor Shivani Misri Sadhoo10 months ago in Families
Find A Part-Time Or Full-Time Cook In Bangalore Now
Do you need professional cooks in Bangalore to nourish you tasty food? Full-time or part-time, for your family to suit can change daily life. Since it is hectic, the city of Bangalore consists of professionals of every kind, which will help to fulfill needs and requirements involving food. This blog will guide you step by step on how to hire a cook in Bangalore part-time or full-time and precaution while hiring a cook for your home.
By good maids10 months ago in Families
My Mother Died And I Have Survivor's Guilt. Content Warning.
My mother passed away in December of last year, after a short battle with cancer. She was only sixty-eight years old. She was diagnosed in March and, even though it was already stage three at that point, she kept her hopes up and did everything she could to beat it. She went to all of her hospital appointments, and then started the chemo. But then some weeks later, several other problems arose, and, in the days leading up to her death, she deteriorated at such an alarming rate, both physically and mentally, that she was barely recognizable.
By Carol Saint Martin10 months ago in Families
