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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
The Real Dragon Warrior
In the heart of a Southeast London socially deprived area, among its challenges, a real-life dragon warrior emerges. Leila, a single mother of two small boys and now a newborn girl, embodies the spirit of Longmu, the Chinese goddess known as the Mother of Dragons. Her journey, a modern-day triumph echoing the strength and resilience of days gone by, becomes a tribute to the ancient myth.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Families
The Enchanted Bouquet: Mother's day Gift Like No Other.
Once upon a time , in a quaint little village nestled amidst rolling hills and blooming meadows, there lived a young woman named Lily. Lily was known throughout the village for her creativity and passion for crafting beautiful things. With Mother's Day fast approaching, Lily found herself pondering the perfect gift for her beloved mother, Ellyn. As she strolled through the village market, inspiration struck like a bolt of lightning. In the corner of a quaint shop, nestled among fragrant blooms, Lily spotted a dazzling display of 2-in-1 bouquet LED lights and Bluetooth speakers. The delicate roses glowed with an ethereal light, casting a magical aura around them. Lily knew immediately that she had found the perfect gift for her mother, The bouquet consisted of delicate roses encased in a glass cover, illuminated by soft LED lights that cast a warm and ethereal glow. But that was not all—for hidden within the bouquet was a hidden surprise: a Bluetooth speaker that could play music and melodies, filling the air with enchanting tunes
By Efetobore Orukele2 years ago in Families
My Mother's Dual Legacy
In life, every thread is interwoven with triumph, despair, love, and loss. My mother's story is vibrant with the enduring spirit of womanhood. It's an honor that honors her and is a universal homage to every woman who has dared to light a path in the shadows.
By Charlene Ann Mildred Barroga2 years ago in Families
The story of an educated Bride
Around 9 o’clock in the morning Meera’s aunt-in-law arrived from Trisulia to Cuttack, for some medical check up. She was fair short-heighted, dressed in a yellow heavy banarasi saree. The orange border of the saree had intricate design of lotus flowers. The border ran into the embellished pinkish orange Anchal which overheaded her in the form of a odhana. A hindu Odia married woman is supposed to cover her head with the anchal of her saree. Meera welcomed her by washing her feet with the help of the water-filled Kalash, a rounded container. She knelt down and bowed herself in her aunt’s feet as a mark of respect. Asking about her health Meera requested her to enter her home. She got the sight of the soiled green tub carrying some sprouts. ”What is this?” she exclaimed. “These are some fenugreek sprouts I had sprinkled on the soil to get some leaves.” She started her imparting education about gardening. ”The space is so little the sprouts when grows into small herbs they will smash each other and everything will be spoiled.” Meera choosed to be quiet. She entered the home and took a seat on the copper sulphate couch placed in the southern wall of the living room. She rounder her eyes all around the room. The ceiling in one of its right corner was occupied by a house spider laboriously building her web. Raising her nose,as if something was stinking ,Meera’s aunt-in-law says, ”cleanliness is a distant dream in this home.” It was time for her office. The Calling bell rang. The boy has arrived to collect blood samples for test. The blood sample was collected from her Aunt-in-law for diabetes and other tests as prescribed by the doctor. She had an appointment with the doctor at 5 PM. It was time for her office so Meera hurried into the kitchen to get something to eat for her. Meera didn’t notice that auntie has followed her into the kitchen. She asked in a high volume, ”You don’t have office today.” Meera spoke to herself in her head,”Then why do you think I am getting hurried”. She had made some rice, dal and Cabbage curry. Aunite had a look on the curry and asked,” Why is the curry looking whitish?”(As per her it should look red).Also Meera had kept some dough of wheat flour. Meera asked her,” Should I make some chapatis for you auntie?” “ No no you go to office I will help myself.” However, Meera made two chapattis and kept them in the pink casseroles. Then she took some rice, dal, curry and some pickle in my plate, headed towards the dining table. Meera was enjoying my food when suddenly auntie came and sat in front of her. Shedding tears she started,” Your mother-in-law was saying what the hell job is she doing, she is not getting time for anything including to eat peacefully.” I got the underline meaning that I am a loser and have no peaceful life because of my job. “Thank you so much for your understanding”, she conveyed her gratitude. Meera got ready with her black kalamkari gown bordered with Red intricate geometric design recently gifted by her husband on her birthday. Auntie followed her here also. Raising her nose she taunted,” Such a devil colour this dress is! Why do you wear such clothes.” “ This is fashion”,she wanted to say but kept to herself. She had some shadowy office make-up of some kajal and some lipstick and simply left for her office.
By Munmun Mahanandia2 years ago in Families
Recollecting my Father in the Remainder of my Life
It has been two years since my father left us. Many a times, I woke up from my dreams, heartbroken at the memory of my father in them, his absence causing me great hurt. I've shed countless silent tears. Father, I miss you so much. I wish you could visit my dreams more.
By Jacklyn Parrish2 years ago in Families
An Unbreakable Bond
Once upon a time in the charming town of Willow Creek, nestled among rolling hills and lush greenery, resided the Johnson family. Mark and Emily Johnson, deeply in love, had crafted a life full of joy and warmth with their two children, Lily and Ethan. Renowned for their steadfast support and an unbreakable family bond, the Johnsons were a beacon of unity.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Families
Home is Where the Heart Is
In the bustling heart of a city, amid the cacophony of honking cars and hurried footsteps, a small, weathered building stood its ground. Its paint was worn, and its windows bore the marks of time, yet to those acquainted with it, this edifice held a significance beyond its physical appearance—it was a symbol of hope and compassion. This was Haven Homeless Shelter, a sanctuary where weary souls found respite and warmth amidst the chill of the streets.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Families
"A Mother's Unflinching Soul: A Story of Win Over Misfortune"
In the embroidered artwork of life, certain strings stand apart as versatile, winding around stories of solidarity, fortitude, and immovable assurance. Today, I need to share a story near my heart, a story that typifies the unyielding soul of a lady who dealt with misfortune directly, arising as a signal of motivation for her youngsters and everybody sufficiently lucky to know her - my mom.
By SEBAZUNGU PARFAIT2 years ago in Families
Parenting in the Digital Age
In our contemporary, fast-paced society, technology has seamlessly integrated into our daily routines, influencing various aspects of life, including familial interactions. Navigating the digital landscape presents parents with a delicate task: maintaining equilibrium between harnessing the advantages of technology and nurturing authentic human connections within their families. The ubiquity of smartphones, tablets, and social media platforms has revolutionized how families communicate, interact, and share moments together. While technology brings unparalleled convenience and avenues for learning and entertainment, it also introduces distinct challenges and pitfalls necessitating careful management and consideration.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Families
A Mother's Love: Navigating Adversity and Cultivating Hope
In the serene embrace of a village cradled amidst verdant rice fields, there resided a woman of remarkable fortitude named Djematin. Her name, simple yet evocative, belied the profound strength and resilience that coursed through her veins. A single mother, she poured her heart and soul into nurturing her three children: Yodik, Yustika, and Yogi. They were not just her offspring; they were the very essence of her existence, the driving force behind every choice she made.
By Yogi Tri Agustiyan2 years ago in Families
