Tag: Reflections
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Slightly Out of Place
It started like any ordinary day. I put a load of laundry into the washing machine and went back to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Nothing special, just the quiet rhythm of the house moving around me. The machine was set to a sports cycle, about an hour, so I let it run without thinking…
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When Truth Take a Day Off
We spend a lot of time teaching our children to tell the truth. And we insist on it. From when they are very young, we repeat it in simple ways. Be honest. Tell me what really happened. Don’t say something if it isn’t true. It’s not just about correcting a behavior, it’s about building something…
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The Quiet Week
Not every week gives you something to write about. Some pass quietly, without asking for attention. This was one of them. My husband was away on a business trip, so the rhythm of the house shifted a little. I drove my son back and forth between school and his hockey training, the same roads, the…
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It was never Paris
After that week, there was still some tension between us. When my husband came home from his trip, I waited until the house was quiet and then told him I was sorry for upsetting him. Not because I thought I was wrong to feel what I felt, but because I wanted us to talk calmly.…
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So… Paris ?
Tonight my husband and I went to a concert at the opera house in town. It was his birthday gift for me: a symphony and choir performance. Beautiful music, elegant audience, everyone sitting quietly and behaving exactly as one should in an opera house. It reminds me of another concert. A concert I once wanted…
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The Dining Table
Life today moves quickly. Parents are busy, children are busy, and time together often becomes limited. Many families feel that meaningful conversations with their children happen less and less as everyone follows their own schedule. When my children were young, my husband travelled for work almost every week, from Monday to Friday. Most of the…
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The Last Salaam
On 29 January 2005, I got married. At that time, my father was already in the final stage of lung cancer. He used to joke with me about who would go first. It sounded light, almost playful, but we both understood what was behind it. His body was weakening, yet life was still moving forward…
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When I Stopped Fixing and Started Trusting
There was a time when my daughter’s frustration unsettled me more than I expected. It usually began with something ordinary. Too much homework. Not enough time. A teacher who felt unfair. She would speak from pressure, and I would respond from efficiency. I saw adjustments immediately. Better planning. Fewer distractions. Earlier starts. The advice was…
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When a Letter Looks for a Home
This morning, a tiny headline in the local newspaper stopped me:“A lady is looking for someone to receive her letter.” At first, I smiled to myself, imagining something playful, maybe a sweet attempt to find a pen pal, or even a lighthearted search for companionship. I almost turned the page. But then I noticed the…
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Croquette and the Soft-Hearted Man
I sometimes wonder… what do people do when their cat refuses a brand-new bag of food? Do you toss it away, give it to someone else, or offer it to those wandering cats who look like little neighbourhood tourists, belonging everywhere and nowhere at the same time? I honestly don’t know. Earlier this year, my…