family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

Building a Home
The main difference between a house and a home is that a house is concrete. A house generally refers to a building in which someone lives. In contrast, a home refers to any location that a person thinks of as the place where they live and refer it to a place in which they love and have a family within.
By The SS6 years ago in Humans
Five Feet
Five feet, sixty inches is the distance teenager Stella lives her life by, organizing her medications, decorating her hospital room time after time again, living by every single rule made for her. The daily routine was the only familiar thing in her life until she met Will, another Cystic Fibrosis patient a couple of rooms down, he made her question the rules and believe there is life still outside of the hospital walls. Five Feet Apart was written by Mikki Daughtry, Rachael Lippincott, and Tobias Iaconis, published in 2018, it quickly became a favorite for readers because of the emotion, plot, character development, and real life struggles for CF patients that were brought to light.
By Jade Hiltner6 years ago in Humans
6 feet apart no more
Social distancing and isolation have shown me how important touch is for us. The simple ability to receive touch and touch someone we love was so natural pre quarantine that I am sure most of us took it for granted. The simple act of holding hands and being able to kiss someone we love without the virus lurking over is a feeling that I will personally be looking forward the most after quarantine is over. Thus, I believe that the days after quarantine are going to be defined not by the experiences that we missed out on, such as going to the beach or going to Starbucks, but by the ability to finally touch and hug those we love with complete freedom.
By Geomara Flores6 years ago in Humans
Love After Death
The sound of beeping machines and unrecognisable voices was all that I could hear, my eyesight was currently useless. I thought I was dead? I tried to move, nothing worked. Instead I lay there in absolute awe as my awareness slowly grows.
By Abbey Dowden6 years ago in Humans
Journal: First-World Problems and the Covid-19 Lockdown
The lockdown has been tough on everyone. I'm referring to those in the first world countries who are experiencing a huge shift in lifestyle. It's no denying that we continue to adjust to this new normal that never seems to have an end.
By Nisa6 years ago in Humans
LAST MOMENTS
The colours morphed into blue and purple with hues of pink, leaving him with a light-headed feeling in a supposed world that had no pauses. Soon these colours would slowly change back to a void and lonely black which would ultimately signal the unwelcome news that he was back to reality.
By Henrietta Efunnuga6 years ago in Humans
KÄRLEK
I was born in 1989; a cross between a shining star and a guardian angel my mother said. I grew up in an average family home and I had what would be considered a normal upbringing. Even before I became fully conscious of self; before I had the words to be, I strongly desired the extraordinary over ordinary. I studied Economics and Business Management but I wanted to be a supermodel living in New York so I left home at 19. Home was a small city in Nigeria called Portharcourt. I left home with a one way ticket, $300 and a heart full of dreams. I failed at that and moved back to my small city with a tired heart and no savings. I moved ahead filling my time with my next dream of greatness. I started a spinning studio; but I failed at that also. In 2014, my sister died and she took the optimistic part of me with her to the grave. I broke in ways that no verb can describe. I became a passive being. Going with the flow. I did not put any conscious attention to anything; how to be a person or how to love or how to fight for a dream or how to have passion. I let it all go. I was just a body with no soul. Looking back now, I felt as though I was sleep walking for years without waking up once. That is the best and simplest way to describe this to a third party.
By Lottanna6 years ago in Humans
When Will We Laugh Again
After disinfecting the remote control for the fourth time today because my mother has been coughing a little too much recently, I turn on the television. It hums a little loudly as if sighing from exhaustion.
By Medley Jones6 years ago in Humans
We've Been Social Distancing For Years
The world has become an echo chamber, filled with catchphrases and like-minded thinking. We are told where to go and when to go there. On the news, our leaders use jargon that bespeaks the current zeitgeist. We have become the receptors of anything. Social distancing is the new hotness. It is the catch-all phrase for separating ourselves in public spaces. But haven’t we been doing this for years?
By Eric Carasella6 years ago in Humans
The Beginning, AKA: The End
The sound of silence was truly deafening. “How is it that it can be so quiet in here, yet it is SO loud?” My mind raced, in that instant, with derby-like intensity, cycling through a myriad of processes, none of which showed even a hint of slowing down long enough for me to put my finger on it to identify it, let alone grab ahold of, and cling to.
By The Sensitive Survivor6 years ago in Humans
The Joy of D-Rated Movies
The Joy of D-Rated Movies! My most ridiculous childhood memories and development of childish fears have been shaped by the seemingly innocuous adoration that my mother has for D-rated movies. This tale includes TV shows as well because the woman got her kicks through this medium as well. I have a difficult time to this day just hearing the intro music for the Twilight Zone. In perspective please understand that as a 4 to 6 year old girl my comprehension of sci-fi and horror was not as sophisticated as it is currently, so the concepts went right over my head and the fear of the unknown took over. My mother however was a Trekkie before the label was even a consideration and the Twilight Zone was entertainment for her soul. I can recall hiding under sofa cushions or behind whatever chair she was sitting in praying for it all to be over while she laughed at my angst. “It’s just make believe honey, it’s not real, come on and watch it with me” she would call out to me. I don’t think so lady! What the hell is that thing flying onto people’s back? What are those furry things multiplying non-stop? Why do those people have pig noses? I was seriously confused by all the TV shows and movies she would enjoy with abandonment.
By Nikki A. Higgins6 years ago in Humans
Stories about your name
Kias It's the day after my 18th birthday and unfortunately I'm stuck with this tattoo for the rest of my life. The current residency, apt number and last name of the girl I'm supposed to marry. My folks have been excited for this day since I turned 15 but I'm as my dad likes to say, "Less than happy about carrying the family name onwards." I just don't understand the point of marriage.
By Shassee Guest6 years ago in Humans