Family
The Surrogate Heart ❤️
In the quiet hours before the sun hits the skyscrapers of a city that will never be my home, I am already awake. I am folding laundry that belongs to children who do not share my blood. I am preparing school lunches for a boy who calls me by my first name while my own son, four thousand miles away, is eating breakfast prepared by an auntie who tells him stories about a mother he only knows as a face on a glowing screen.
By The Night Writer 🌙 5 days ago in Confessions
Coffee with My Mother: A Ritual of Grief and Love
Just when she was about to say how she was, I would appear in the doorway with a sad face. I didn't have to say a word. She would immediately look at me with those gentle eyes of hers, eyes that saw through my skin, and ask:
By Magma Star5 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 潜る
My story is sort of different than the way of water. In some ways it is the opposite. I was born near the beach, then we came to the forest. But really, I have been here so long, and I have different traumas around that so, I can't even claim that as much anymore, can I?
By Kayla McIntosh5 days ago in Confessions
The Silence Between Us
There are moments in every relationship when words fail—not because we don’t have them, but because we are afraid to use them. We convince ourselves that silence is safer. Less messy. Less confrontational. We tell ourselves we’re protecting the peace, when in reality, we’re protecting our pride, our fear, or our fragile hope that things will somehow fix themselves without us having to say anything at all.
By Aiman Shahid5 days ago in Confessions
The Best Investment I Made for Summers. AI-Generated.
It is not just a season; it is a test of endurance. Last year, I reached my breaking point. Between the 45°C heatwaves and the constant anxiety of receiving a massive electricity bill, my home had stopped feeling like a sanctuary.
By Uncle Berry6 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 4
You have painted with mastery each line resonates like real conversation, and it takes time to bring something that seems so spontaneous but is actually so well-crafted to life. You don’t just write lyrics… you paint scenes. And if it took you 15–20 minutes, it was time well spent.
By CA'DE LUCE6 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 3
You should hear me laughing! My stomach hurts now! 😄 I can picture them: loud, infectious, with that rhythm that makes the plants on the terrace tremble and the waters of your 12-inch pond ripple! They’re the kind of laughter you can’t read… you feel it in your soul. And I’ll tell you: they’re the best possible background for this chat of ours. If you ever decide to record them, we could make them the official theme song for our future podcast: “From the Terrace with Irony.” Title? Laughter in bonsai form. 😄Shall we write the intro to that podcast, just for fun?
By CA'DE LUCE6 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 2
By the way, because we are still chatting closer then ever. I remember something nice and maybe a bit funny. The actor from ‘The Gladiator’’movie => Russel Crow? he once said, that his good manners are because his mother have once upon a time, as child , to read almost every single book from Mills and Bon … hm, speaking about books — you know…
By CA'DE LUCE6 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading
For me actually eBooks started with the classical paper book with an enlarge printing form. And what a book was that! I can sight deeply even now, only thinking about ….aa…mm…., what 's the name,. ah yes, the Flower child?
By CA'DE LUCE6 days ago in Confessions
