parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Family is the world ❤️❤️
Today, Deepti was in a restless mood at the shop throughout the day. There was turmoil in the mind. While leaving the house in the morning, mother i.e. Deepti's mother-in-law had said in a low voice that she understood very well the meaning of her daughter coming home early in the evening and her coming home early. That's why she remained restless the whole day. Bela next to her also interrupted her two-three times, “What's the matter Deepti? Why are you looking so sad today?”
By RAJEEV VERMA2 years ago in Families
Title: The Symphony of Seasons
In a world where the climate danced to its own tune, each day was a new verse in the ever-changing symphony of seasons. It was a world where the balance of nature teetered on a delicate scale, where the rhythm of the elements echoed the heartbeat of the planet itself.
By Euphrasia Gomes2 years ago in Families
This Savage Love. Content Warning.
"I've booked an appointment for you at the clinic in Baltimore. Here's the address. You have two days to get there. Don't be late, and don't change your mind," My dance agent, Angel, spat at me tersely, handing me a slip of her designer notepaper before dismissing me.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Families
Uganda's Progressive Drug Policy: A Paradigm Shift Towards Compassionate Regulation
In a groundbreaking development, Uganda's legislative body has ushered in a new era of drug policy with the enactment of the Narcotics and Psychotropic Substances Control Bill 2023. This landmark legislation represents a significant departure from previous approaches, as it not only permits the regulated cultivation and medical use of marijuana but also introduces stringent penalties for substance abuse-related offenses.
By Kasujja Muhamed2 years ago in Families
Worth All the Hurt
My chafed and cracked nipple shrieks in pain as I pull my heavy swollen breast from my nightgown, exposing it to the sharpness of the cold night air. His tears cease and mine begin as I place the nipple in his waiting mouth. He gulps eagerly pulling the milk through my throbbing, clogged ducts, oblivious of the excruciating pain it gives me. I press my free hand against the side of my breast massaging the hard lump that is blocking the flow. The skin is hot to the touch and the pain deep inside my breast tissue burns with such intensity it makes me nauseous. I want so much to stop, but he needs this. So, I close my eyes against the searing pain, continue to massage the clog, and wait for this to pass as my tears pour down my cheeks.
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Families





