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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.

Threads of Midnight. AI-Generated.
Grandma Lian always swore that black brought only sorrow. “Funeral color,” she’d mutter, pushing the ebony scarf to the back of the cupboard whenever Mei tried to wear it. Traditions, she’d say, kept the family safe, just as they had in her Hakka village, long before planes and phones stitched continents together.
By Arun Cleetus7 months ago in Families
Things My Father Never Said. AI-Generated.
He never told me he loved me. Not once. Not when I was a child falling off a bike. Not when I got straight A's in school. Not even when I stood awkwardly in my cap and gown, searching the crowd for a sign he was proud of me.
By SAN7 months ago in Families
Working From Home with a Toddler
Working from home, being a mom, and doing household chores can be a lot to handle. But nothing is impossible if we have a clear goal before us. It may be pure chaos. It’s about setting priorities.
By Melviya7 months ago in Families
Two Years, Two Babies and a Lifetime of Lessons
Our second wedding anniversary is right around the corner and we’ve just welcomed baby number two. In only two short years we’ve gone from newly-weds to parents of a one-year-old and a newborn and that dramatic shift has been a crash-course in both marriage and motherhood. The learning curve is steep but as long as I keep a teachable heart, the lessons keep coming.
By Kenya Shania 7 months ago in Families
How to Recognize a Toxic Relationship (and Find the Courage to Walk Away)
We all crave connection. We want to feel loved, valued, and understood. But sometimes, the person we trust the most can become the one who hurts us repeatedly.
By Kim Jon7 months ago in Families
The Soundtrack of My Life
The Soundtrack of My Life If my life had a soundtrack, it wouldn’t be a tidy playlist. It would be a mixtape — scratchy, uneven, sometimes offbeat — a strange blend of pop, folk, heartbreak ballads, and songs I swore I hated but knew every word to. Music has always been my secret language, the invisible thread stitching moments together long after the people, places, and details faded. Every chapter of my life has a song, and in each, I find a version of myself I almost forgot.
By Kine Willimes7 months ago in Families
My Mother’s Hands
My Mother’s Hands I don’t remember the exact moment I first noticed my mother’s hands, but they’ve been a constant backdrop to my life, like wallpaper you stop seeing until it peels.
By Kine Willimes7 months ago in Families
Always my brother.
The house was quiet that evening, except for the sound of rain tapping against the windows. Arman sat on the edge of his bed, staring at an old, worn-out cricket bat resting on his lap. It had been years since he touched it, but tonight he couldn’t help but remember.
By Hamd Ullah7 months ago in Families
The Forgotten Home
I hadn’t been back in twenty years. Not since Mom died. Not since we packed the last of the dishes into cardboard boxes and drove away from that creaking old house on the hill with the peeling green shutters.
By Nomi7 months ago in Families
“I Just Understand Her”
One day, my toddler was talking to my neighbours. They’re unmarried and not used to baby talk, so they couldn’t understand a single word she was saying —
By Unwritten emotions7 months ago in Families
What My Children Are Learning from Bedtime Stories
Every evening, after the last toy is put away and teeth are brushed, I settle into the creaky rocking chair beside my children’s bed. The room smells faintly of lavender and old paper, and the only sound is the soft rustling of sheets as my son and daughter huddle beneath their blanket. It’s bedtime, and as always, they wait with wide eyes and sleepy smiles for the story.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Families
Nature Gave Him Peace
One evening, my little son sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his face full of sadness. He wasn’t his usual cheerful self. His eczema had flared up again, and this time it was worse. His small legs were covered with red patches, dry skin, and scratch marks that had bled. It looked painful, and I could tell he was uncomfortable.
By Shahzaib7 months ago in Families