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Mom left when I was 3, leaving my dad to raise me alone. He never really spoke about her, but he only said one thing: “She wasn’t fit to be your mom.” Those words stuck with me throughout my childhood, leaving me to imagine who she was and why she had left. Dad was my…
A recent medical case in Isfahan has brought new attention to Dropped Head Syndrome (DHS) — a rare and often misunderstood neuromuscular disorder. The case involved a 23-year-old man who developed severe weakness in his neck muscles, leaving him unable to hold his head upright. Doctors described his condition as a “fixed forward-bending posture,” a symptom that…
The first Saturday of every month had always felt ordinary—quiet, predictable, almost comforting. It became a rhythm of our marriage: coffee in the morning, a kiss on the cheek, and his casual announcement that he’d be back in a few hours. I never doubted him. He returned with bread still warm in its paper…
I used to measure my mother’s happiness the way you measure light—by how warm the room felt when she laughed. When she told me she’d found someone new, I felt that warmth immediately. She spoke about him with a softness I hadn’t heard since my father passed, describing how he listened, how he remembered…
I trained a new coworker for months. I covered his mistakes, fixed his reports, and even stayed late more times than I can count. He always joked that I was “the safety net,” and I laughed it off because I figured we were a team. I didn’t mind helping him. I just wanted the…
The call came late in the afternoon, just as the sun was beginning to soften the edges of the day. My mom’s voice sounded worn, thinner than usual, like she had been carrying something heavy for far too long. She asked if I could pick up my younger brother from school. There was no…
My ex and I share three kids. That alone is enough to earn anyone a medal, but life likes to spice things up. He cheated, I divorced him, and he ran straight into the arms of his mistress, Jane. They got married fast, like two people trying to outrun the consequences of their own…
When our sixteen-year-old son passed away in an accident, my world shattered instantly. I cried at the hospital, at the funeral, and in every quiet room of our home. But my husband, Sam, never shed a tear. He threw himself into work, chores, and long silences that made the space between us feel…
I had pictured the evening clearly: a relaxed dinner, good conversation, and a rare chance to slow down with my girlfriend after weeks of busy schedules. I arrived early, looking forward to something simple and meaningful. That calm anticipation vanished the moment she walked in—smiling warmly, followed by her parents and siblings. Caught off…
I was never a winter person. Some people romanticize cold mornings, frosty windows, and hot drinks. Not me. If it drops below fifty, I start negotiating with the universe. That day three years ago, the universe clearly wasn’t picking up. I stood at the bus stop near Elmwood Square, shivering so hard my teeth…
