siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
My Little Baby M ... cubed
To Baby M (cubed), I learned a lot more than I had expected to learn. I went to see someone about you because I bled and then I stopped and then I bled some more - and I told myself that I wouldn't get an ultrasound, but then I got scared for your wellbeing.
By The Schizophrenic Mom12 months ago in Families
The Chair Beside the Window
Every evening at exactly 5:30 PM, Grandpa would sit in the old wooden chair near the window. The chair creaked under his weight, but he didn't care. It was a little worn, a little tired—just like him. From there, he could see the small garden my mom fought to keep alive, and the quiet suburban street where children zip by on bicycles and neighbors greet hello.
By Bari Mir Rahamatulabout a year ago in Families
The Last Promise
Samantha had not imagined her returning to the family home to be in these circumstances. The house, once used to her own laughter and cheerfulness, was now unoccupied, hollow as an empty shell. Years have passed since she last walked inside the house. She left after her graduation in high school and chased a dream that moved her away from the small town where she was previously the entire center of it all.
By Bari Mir Rahamatulabout a year ago in Families
Broken Bonds, Unbreakable Love
The Miller family had been broken for years—held together by nothing stronger than the weak threads of love that time and silence had not yet frayed. Today, though, they were all present in the house where it had begun. The family house, where so many memories lingered like sighs in the walls, was a war zone of unresolved hurt.
By Bari Mir Rahamatulabout a year ago in Families
A Tale of Pride and Pack
In the heart of the Great Savannah, where golden grass danced under the blazing sun and ancient trees whispered secrets to the wind, lived a mighty lion named Aslan. His mane was thick and golden, his roar thunderous, and his pride respected him as the undisputed king of their territory.
By Ubaid Ullahabout a year ago in Families
Raksha Bandhan: A Sibling Festival of Protection and Love
Raksha Bandhan or Rakhi, as it is popularly called, is among India's favourite festivals that marks the inseparable bond of brother and sister. This pious festival, marking the full moon day (Purnima) of the month of Shravan (usually August), is deep-rooted in Indian culture and tradition. The day is devoted to love, promises, and the rejuvenation of the divine sibling relationship.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khanabout a year ago in Families
Beyond (Poisoned) Blood and (Shattered) Bones
Family. Family was a word, concept, or even a social construct that Tim had struggled with for as long as he could remember. "M-y family are the most important people in my life, without a shadow of a doubt. From my mother, who with my father's seed, brought me forth from her womb, into this world of light and dark, wonder and horror. To my siblings who followed my pathway to life years later and then to my own family of wife and children. Above all, it’s the people who choose to be with you through thick and thin that truly define family. Nonna, Nonno, Grandad, Granny, uncles, aunts and cousins, too." He wasn't born into a traditional family. Things as they stood in the world were way past traditional, anyway, but even compared to some of the other survivors, his family situation was different.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Families
The Invisible Bond
Elena absentmindedly stirred her espresso by the cafe window. Outside, the rain that had been falling relentlessly for three days blurred the streets of Paris, transforming the city into a watercolor painting. Droplets clung to the windowpane, fracturing the city lights into prismatic shards. She glanced at her watch—10:30 AM. Late again. The antique bracelet on her wrist tingled faintly, the one she never removed.
By Niranjon Chandra Royabout a year ago in Families
Fish in The Basement
When I was about a year old, my parents decided that their family of five was growing fast, and space had become limited. They bought a very cheap house in a rural farm town in southwest Minnesota. The house had been broken into and badly vandalized before they purchased it, but that was not an issue, as my father was a master carpenter and saw that the house had good bones. After the house was made livable, our family moved in.
By Kris Kimseyabout a year ago in Families
