Author: Newstoday
I was waiting at the checkout, minding my own business, when I noticed her. The woman in the yellow top stood a few feet away, holding a small stuffed toy, her face unreadable. At first, I thought she was just lost in thought. But then I followed her gaze. She wasn’t looking at the groceries. She wasn’t even looking at the cashier. She was staring at the little boy in the cart ahead of her. Her grip on the toy tightened. Her jaw clenched slightly. There was something heavy in her expression—something almost haunting. Then, just as I turned back,…
The air felt unusually cold and bitter that morning as mourners gathered inside the church for the funeral of sweet Emily, a six-year-old girl who left the world too soon. Her heartbroken parents stood by their daughter’s coffin, holding hands and wondering how they would continue their lives with their little girl by their side. Emily was loved by everyone who has ever met her. She was kind and always cheerful. Her passing didn’t only affect her family but the entire community. Pexels Those who came to the church to pay their respects sat quietly as the priest began the…
It was just supposed to be a quick stop. Mom needed time to check prices, I needed to kill time, and the Yamaha store practically begged me to sit down with its glossy black pianos and polished keys. I’ve never been a prodigy or anything—I just play when I’m thinking too hard. Or when I need to forget something. So I picked a bench, cracked my knuckles, and let my fingers do what they always do when I’m not trying to impress anyone. A melody from memory. Not from a book or a lesson—just something I’ve always played since I…
So last night, I did the whole bedtime routine—bath, stories, lullabies, the usual bribes about extra pancakes if they actually stayed in their own beds. My daughter, Lira, has her room decked out in unicorns and twinkle lights, and my son, Cyrus, is across the hall with his dinosaur sheets and every stuffed animal he owns. I tucked them in, did the final round of hugs, and closed their doors thinking I’d finally get a few hours of peace. Cut to about 2 a.m.—I wake up to an eerie quiet. Not even the usual shuffling sounds from the baby monitor.…
Claire never expected a simple theft to shake her to the core—until she caught a child sneaking out with a sandwich. But when she saw the tiny candle flicker on top, heard the whispered birthday song, her heart ached. This wasn’t just shoplifting. It was survival. And Claire had a choice to make. I stood behind the counter at Willow’s Market, the small corner store where I had worked for the past four years. The scent of fresh bread lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cinnamon from the bakery section. It was a comforting smell, the…
The same day I won the lottery, my sister showed up crying, and my mom landed in the hospital. By dinner, I realized none of it was a coincidence—and someone was playing me. I lived a simple life. I woke up at six, packed lunches, dropped my daughter off at school, worked all day, came home, cooked dinner, checked homework, and slept. Repeated. No surprises, no drama. Just steady, honest days. My daughter was my whole world. Every choice I made was for her. For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels I raised her alone. Her father vanished before she…
The girl quietly asked, “Can we eat here, please?” They bought a single hamburger and sat at the table next to mine. Then, the mom took out a thermos from her bag and poured what looked like tea for her daughter. As I listened, I pieced together parts of their story. They had just come from the hospital, and the mom had saved just enough money for the bus ride home. Whatever was left went towards that one hamburger, because it was the first time her daughter had ever been to McDonald’s. After finishing my coffee, I walked back to…
I cannot even begin to imagine what was on Imelda’s mind that day. Put in a small kennel in an overcrowded shelter in Kansas, she must’ve felt so alone… and so scared. This two-year-old pup literally couldn’t stop shaking. She backed up to the wall, trying to find some comfort. Yet all she found was loud, high-pitched noises coming from other kennels. Imelda looked like someone painted her face as a deeply, devastatingly sad clown. Yes, she was that traumatized! In no time, this heartbreaking picture traveled all over the country, leaving thousands of people in tears. Facing Euthanasia People…
My name is Matteo, and I grew up believing that I had a simple and loving family, a refuge full of warmth. In my child’s eyes, my parents, Clara and Lorenzo, were inseparable — or at least, that’s how I saw it with the innocence of childhood. My father owned a small mechanical workshop in a quiet village called Borgo San Vito, nestled in the hills of Tuscany, and my mother stayed at home to take care of me. I was their only child, and back then, I firmly believed that nothing could ever destroy our little world. But one…
My son used to be nothing but sunshine. Every morning, Calvin would shoot out the front door like a firecracker—yelling goodbye to the dog, waving his toy dinosaur, and racing toward the bus like it was the best part of his day. He was six, full of life, and grinning like he had a secret to share with the world. But then, things began to dim. At first, it was subtle. A missing smile. A quiet “good morning” barely whispered. Then came the stomachaches with no cause. Sleepless nights. The hallway light left on. And eventually… the drawings stopped. Calvin,…