siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
A Thousand Words On... My Siblings
ears ago, I was in Oklahoma for the holidays. After we cleared empty plates from the dinner table, we moved through the next stage in the ritual. Gathered around the Christmas tree, gifts were being opened in an orderly fashion, wrapping paper tossed aside, gratitude exchanged, and then a quick version of show-and-tell. Surrounded by my parents, siblings, nieces and nephews, I took stock of the room and the people in it. In that special place, I began thinking about family and the circumstances that shape them. Among these people, I grew up. This place and these people shape me. With or without their knowledge, they placed me on a path that is still unraveling itself in fantastic ways.
By Nathan Box3 years ago in Families
Father's Day: Recognize, Not Idealize
My dad was a taxi driver. When I was little, he always had to leave home after dinner because he had to go to work for the night shift. One of the most memorable event that happened between me and my father when I was in kindergarten was that one night when my father was on the way out for work, I was already drifting asleep. But when I heard the metal door closed, I got up right away to rush to the door to say goodbye to my father, as I did every night. I got up so fast that I slammed my forehead onto the bed headboard and it bled all over my face. I cried so loud that everyone in the house, my mom, my sister, and even my father who had just gone out of the door had to return to come to see what happened. The bleeding was bad and because the cut was on the head, the amount of blood could look quite worrisome. But thinking back, as soon as the bleeding was stopped, it was actually not as serious as it looked. I didn't get a concussion or anything. The scar is still there today, just right above the hairline. A small batch of scalp that hair doesn't grow out. It was an event that family and relatives talked about and made fun of, and to say how much I loved my father.
By Milo The Legend3 years ago in Families
Abode of Love
Dry autumn leaves crunch under my foot as I make my way through the overgrown and unkempt garden leading to an old apartment building complex. I climb the stairs slowly, one floor after the other, till I step into the hallway that leads to my old apartment. I stop outside the familiar door, wondering how come I’d never come back to live in Pune, despite it being the place where I’d spent formative years of my life and my parents, who’d spent a quarter of a century here. During the early days after I’d moved out of the apartment, I did come back but my visits were always short and nothing more than layovers. Standing outside the door now, years later, I let the thought sink in: it is my house that holds decades’ worth of my family’s memories. My heart feels heavy as my memories of the place poke at my mind to be set free.
By Roopa Sankaran3 years ago in Families
The Factor Behind Longevity? 10 Medical Devices That Will Keep Your Health In Check
In a society beset by economic, social, and ecological issues, people's health increasingly takes precedence. Our well-being has suffered as a result of daily life becoming so hectic. We are attached to our phones in order to stay awake and in the loop, making turning off a genuine challenge. Exercise is a serious struggle.
By Odedele Badiru3 years ago in Families
The Big Decision
The very small girl in a metal folding chair in the kitchen facing the harvest gold refrigerator. She was wearing her brand new tennis shoes. She was very proud of them, up to now she had only had cowboy boots. She was sitting with her three siblings. As always they were lined up oldest to youngest, as always she was last in line. She was five and she did not really understand everything her dad was saying. She knew her mom was gone again, and it sounded like this time might be different from the other times.
By Heather Lunsford3 years ago in Families
Sisterhood
Dear little sister, 2 1/2 years being an only child and then you came along. 23 years old and I absolutely do not remember what it was like back then but I do know that I was ecstatic to meet you. The day you were born your big baby self completed the family. I would carry you around and let your head dangle from my arm and try to give you sprite instead of milk. Again I don’t remember any of that but those are the stories I’ve been told.
By Marcie Snyder4 years ago in Families
10 Burning Candles
Like all brothers and sisters, they have a unique twist to how they think. We laugh, we cry, we are close and yet we are distant for so many reasons. Very similar to other families, we didn't agree on everything, but we have a unique task ahead of us all. Growth so that our candles continue to burn and allow the legacy to burn on within our children. We all had our own connection with our mother during her time here on Earth. I can tell that they were not the best connections one would think about having with a mother, but no one is perfect.
By Jay LeTron Dobbins4 years ago in Families
The One Legged Man
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Katie and Mary - two sisters - were walking home on a path they found in the woods when they spotted the flickering light - they both simultaneously froze - listening for any sounds of life. Katie took one step to the left to peer through the foliage - Mary gasp out loud hearing foot steps - or maybe not - maybe more like someone or something limping or dragging one leg. They both silenced their breathing to avoid making any sounds fearing that the blood pulsing through their veins was as audible as a drum! “Thump - thump - thump” was the sound they heard - without being able to discern from where it came - from what direction - or if the noise was getting closer!
By Kathleen Gaddah4 years ago in Families
