#Child honoring course for parents online

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How a Child Honouring Course Can Improve Family Dynamics

In today's fast-paced world, finding ways to strengthen family bonds can feel like a daunting task. That's where the philosophy of Child Honouring comes in. Rooted deeply in respect, empathy, and love, Child Honouring is more than just a parenting technique—it's a way of life that prioritizes the well-being and dignity of every child. 

Pioneered by the Raffi Foundation for Child Honouring, this philosophy empowers parents to create a nurturing, respectful, and harmonious family environment. Through a Child Honouring course for parents online, you can begin this transformative journey towards improved family dynamics.

Understanding the Core Principles of Child Honouring

Child Honouring is grounded in nine core principles that form the backbone of this compassionate approach to parenting. These principles—Respectful Love, Diversity, Caring Community, Conscious Parenting, Emotional Intelligence, Nonviolence, Sustainability, Safe Environments, and Ethical Commerce—guide parents in making decisions that honour the child's experience and rights. 

A child honouring course for parents online, offered by the Raffi Foundation, provides in-depth knowledge and practical strategies to incorporate these principles into daily family life. Understanding and embracing these principles is the first step towards transforming how we interact with our children and, in turn, how they grow and thrive.

Strengthening Parent-Child Communication

One of the key benefits of nurturing parenting is its focus on improving parent-child communication. Good communication is the cornerstone of any healthy relationship, and this is especially true in families. This encourages open, honest, and empathetic conversation between parents and children. 

By learning to listen actively and express thoughts and feelings without judgement, parents can build stronger, more trusting relationships with their children. The Raffi Foundation courses and workshops emphasise this aspect in its course, offering practical tools and techniques to enhance communication skills that can be applied immediately within the family.

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Encouraging Emotional Intelligence in Children

Emotional intelligence is a crucial skill for navigating life's challenges, and it's never too early to start fostering it in your children. Child honouring places a strong emphasis on teaching emotional intelligence through empathy, understanding, and respect. 

Building Mutual Respect within the Family

Building mutual respect within the family is essential for creating a positive and supportive environment where everyone feels valued. It is at the heart of empathetic parenting, which focuses on the importance of treating each other with kindness, understanding, and consideration.

For example, imagine a situation where a child is upset about something that happened at school. Instead of dismissing their feelings or telling them to "get over it," a parent who practices mutual respect would take the time to listen, acknowledge their emotions, and discuss the situation with empathy. This not only helps the child feel understood and supported but also sets the tone for how they should treat others, including their siblings and peers.

By consistently modeling respect in your interactions, you teach your children to do the same, creating a family dynamic built on trust and mutual appreciation. This approach strengthens relationships and ensures that everyone in the family feels heard and respected, laying the foundation for a harmonious and connected home.

Creating a Nurturing Family Environment

Home is more than just four walls; it’s where our hearts find comfort, safety, and love. Creating a nurturing family environment means building a space where everyone feels valued, supported, and free to be themselves. It’s about the little moments—sharing a meal, offering a kind word, or simply being present with each other. These are the threads that weave a strong, loving family fabric.

At the core of a nurturing environment is the deep understanding that every family member, no matter their age, has emotions and needs that deserve to be acknowledged. It’s in the way we listen to our children’s worries, no matter how small they seem, and in how we comfort each other on tough days. It’s about setting aside time to connect, to laugh, and to make memories that will carry us through life’s ups and downs.

A nurturing family environment doesn’t just happen—it’s created through intentional actions and love. It’s in the warm greetings when someone walks through the door, the patience when teaching life’s lessons, and the unwavering support for each other’s dreams. When we cultivate this kind of atmosphere at home, we give our children the foundation to grow into confident, empathetic individuals who know they are cherished. In turn, we build a family that can weather any storm, bound by love and understanding.

Fostering Positive Discipline Strategies

Fostering positive discipline strategies involves guiding children with empathy, respect, and consistency rather than relying on punishment. Positive discipline focuses on teaching rather than reprimanding, encouraging children to learn from their mistakes. 

By setting clear boundaries and expectations, parents create a supportive environment where children understand the consequences of their actions without fear or shame. 

Techniques like time-ins, natural consequences, and constructive communication help children develop self-discipline and accountability. This approach not only strengthens parent-child relationships but also nurtures a sense of responsibility and respect, laying the groundwork for a harmonious family dynamic.

Benefits of Raffi Foundation Child Honouring for Long-Term Family Harmony

Child honouring, as taught in the Raffi Foundation's courses, lays the groundwork for lasting family harmony. By focusing on respect, empathy, and open communication, these practices help create a nurturing environment where every family member feels valued. 

The long-term benefits include stronger relationships, reduced conflicts, and a deep sense of trust that carries through generations. The Raffi Foundation's courses provide practical tools to integrate these principles into everyday family life, fostering a peaceful and supportive home environment that grows stronger over time.

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How to Start Implementing Child Honouring Practices at Home

Implementing a positive parenting approach at home begins with small, intentional changes. Begin by listening to your children with empathy, acknowledging their feelings, and modeling respectful communication. Encourage open dialogue where every family member feels heard. 

Introduce family routines that emphasize togetherness, such as shared meals and regular family discussions. The key is consistency—making these practices a daily habit. 

Over time, these efforts will cultivate a nurturing environment where respect and understanding thrive, laying the foundation for long-term family harmony.

Conclusion: The Long-Term Impact on Family Dynamics

Imagine a family where understanding flows as easily as laughter, where conflicts are met with compassion, and where every member feels truly seen and heard. This is the lasting impact of embracing child honouring practices. 

Over time, these principles become the invisible threads that strengthen the family bond, creating a resilient and loving environment. As children grow, they carry these values into the world, building healthier relationships of their own. The ripple effect of a nurturing family dynamic is powerful, shaping not just the present but future generations as well.

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Virgil/Remus college roommates AU

It's Remus's third year of college. He's majoring in a medical field because it's gross and cool, and he knows human anatomy like the back of his hand.

Remus's major is not his first choice or second or third. But it is the choice that he could live with along with hopefully making his parents proud.

Somehow, his parents still think he's an embarrassment to the family. They often compare him to his twin brother, Roman, who gained major success as a child actor.

It's not Roman's fault, and Roman tries, but there's an unresolved part of Remus that's jealous and wishes he had any attention at all.

Remus has been through a few roommates. They usually request a transfer the first month in. Either Remus is too crass or too loud or too nosey or too gross. Too much in general.

Remus doesn't know how else to be but himself. He's proud of who he is. Doesn't make it any less lonely or easy to make friends.

Remus has one singular friend. Janus who's not even a student at this college, but he does some work for some students for under-the-table pay. Otherwise known as plagiarizing papers for the tired or lazy masses.

Remus meets Janus because someone recommended him as a tutor. Janus never corrects him and continues tutoring him.

Beginning his third year of college in the dorms, Remus does not have high hopes for his new roomie. Mostly he is excited to see how long the new guy will last. Remus gets set up in the room first and waits for whenever his roomie will appear.

The new roomie is Virgil. He's an undecided major, wears an oversized hoodie, has anxiety out the wazoo, and is the cutest emo he has ever seen.

Remus has a type. His type is angry kitten. He does not realize he has a type until this moment. He kinda wants to really keep this one.

Virgil doesn't mind taking the leftover bed, so Remus doesn't have to move his stuff. Virgil's dad is also there to help his son move in. His dad is a therapist (psst, it's Emile), and is like the total opposite to his son in terms of attire and personality.

Virgil is also really close with his dad. It's clear as day in the way he waddles after him like a darkling duck while giving Remus apprehensive glances.

Remus tries to be on his best behavior, he really does. He offers to help them carry stuff, and Emile is delighted, and Remus cracks some jokes that they actually laugh at a couple of times.

Before Emil leaves, he asks Remus to take care of his son. Remus salutes him seriously and says it will be his honor.

As soon as the door closes, Virgil's timidness skyrockets. He admits that this is his first year living on campus and without his dad. Even though Emile promised he's only a phone call away and he doesn't live that far, it's still a lot for a kid to be thrust out of the nest.

Remus cheers him up by asking if he wants to see his bone collection. Yes, you heard him right. He collects bones of dead things. They're stored under his bed which he affectionately refers to as the boneyard.

Virgil rolls with it. He lets Remus chatter, and he doesn't interrupt him. Remus thinks he doesn't know what to say to break the ice, so Remus smashes all the ice for him.

Remus learns that despite this being Virgil's first year on campus, he already has enough credits under his belt to graduate and then some. Apparently, he's been racking them up at breakneck speed with online classes ever since he graduated high school early.

It was Emile's idea for him to attend university life, to push him out of his shell and make friends. Virgil has been homeschooled most of his life because he can't handle crowds and other kids are the worst. He wants to try this for his dad though, to at least be able to say he put effort into it.

Remus respects that. He doesn't understand anxiety. He's so used to throwing himself out there. Who doesn't like attention? But attention makes Virgil nervous so Remus makes a solid attempt to not pay attention to him.

Which of course makes it all the harder. He overcompensates and comes on too strong. He babbles one night their first week into classes about a documentary he watched on Ted Bundy which leads into John Winn Gacey, and then on to the Zodiac Killer.

Virgil stops him at some point, eyes like saucers. "Do you realize you've been talking for over an hour about serial killers?"

Remus thinks this is the part where Virgil applies to switch roommates on the grounds that Remus is secretly a murderer. But instead, Virgil admits he's impressed by how much he knows and asks if he's ever watched Buzzfeed Unsolved.

And then they bond over watching shows together, and Virgil calls his dad and gushes about it, and Remus feels his stomach do a little flip at how happy Virgil seems to want to share this.

It becomes a thing where Virgil calls his dad and gives him updates not only about his life but Remus. Emile always asks about him and tells Virgil to tell him hi.

Remus is dumbfounded. He can't imagine calling his folks every month, let alone every day.

The two of them find a routine after the first week. By which, that means they have no routine. Virgil is a chronic insomniac and Remus can sleep through anything. Whenever Remus catches Virgil finally asleep, he either steps out of the room or sits completely still on pain of death. It helps that Virgil often wears his headphones and blasts music.

There's a time when Remus returns early to their dorm room and hears the slight, muffled sound of Virgil's music coming from Virgil's closet. Curious, Remus opens the closet to find that Virgil has made a blanket nest for himself inside and is fast asleep. Remus closes the door back gently and never tells Virgil that he knows about his super secret napping spot.

For Virgil's part, he doesn't know what to make of Remus for the first few weeks. Remus is flamboyant and proud in his masculinity even when wearing booty shorts. He sings like a hyena and he has those weird 3am pillow talk thoughts but like all the time.

He's also so random that even when Virgil feels anxious, it somehow gets him laughing more often than not. Remus beams during these moments and doubles down, usually becoming even more ridiculous.

Remus notices early on that Virgil skips meals. He doesn't think that it's an eating disorder or anything, because he eats whatever snacks Remus throws at him. Remus is smart though, more clever than people give him credit for, and his eyes often gravitate towards his favorite little emo.

Remus begins escorting Virgil to the food court. Virgil starts eating regular meals again now that he doesn't have to brave the swarms of people alone. The first time the food court is too congested indoors even with a buddy, Virgil crowds close to Remus and holds onto his arm and trusts him to steer them through.

Remus starts offering his hand whenever things get too claustrophobic. Virgil is surprised the first time, because guys don't just hold hands like that. But Remus is far from normal, and Virgil never claimed to be, so he takes the hand when it's offered. He can't look anyone in the eyes while they hold hands, but Virgil refuses to let go.

Holding hands with Virgil quickly becomes Remus's favorite activity. So much that he offers even when they're not around other people. Virgil doesn't always take it, but it makes him go soft in a way that Remus relishes.

Virgil went into university life initially thinking that he would hate it. After some weeks with Remus, he finds enjoyment. He's happy, and his classes are fun, and he never thought he'd befriend someone like Remus. At least, he thinks they're friends. Remus wouldn't hold his hand if they weren't at least friends, right?

Eventually, Remus admits to some of his struggles with his school work. Janus helps, but he's not knowledgeable in every subject(aka, Janus is flying by the seat of his pants and Remus doesn't realize it). Virgil agrees to help for the price of sour Skittles.

Remus learns quickly how Virgil has so many credits. Virgil's got that thing where he reads super fast and has a photographic memory.

"You have super powers," Remus accusses.

Virgil flushes and mutters something about it not being fair that he has built in cheat codes. He seems to be under the impression that this detracts from his successes and that he's not very intelligent.

Remus endeavors to prove him wrong any chance he gets. He compliments him often and praises him for helping him so much. He wants to show that Virgil's effort is its own merit. And Remus proves it to him because his grades do start improving in the courses he struggles with.

There's one night that they stay up late working on one of Remus's research papers. It's worth over a quarter of his grade, so it has to be good. He's got it printed out and ready to take to class, only he gets terribly distracted when getting ready that morning and runs out the door without it.

Virgil wakes up and spots the super important paper on Remus's desk five minutes before Remus's class starts.

Remus is very surprised to see Virgil show up to his class, panting for air and paper in hand.

"You sprinted across campus to bring this to me?" Remus asks, incredulous.

Virgil shrugs, wiping sweat from his brow, "You worked really hard on it."

That's the moment that Remus thinks he falls a little bit in love.

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Weeks after being flagged for her pro-Hamas agit-prop pushed on toddlers at PS 59 on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, Siriana Abboud remains on the payroll and unpunished — because it’s next to impossible to discipline, much less fire, misbehaving New York City teachers.

And also because she has friends in high places.

Last month, The Post’s Susan Edelman broke the news of Abboud pushing an anti-Israel agenda on pre-K tots and sharing tips on indoctrinating kids online: Her site’s Allusio Academy preschool program seems to have come directly from a Hamas pre-K curriculum guide.

Her Instagram page is chock-a-block with pro-Palestinian content: skewed teach-ins on the history of Palestine, Zionism, European colonialism, and “orientalism,” plus how to help your child advocate for Palestine.

Days after Hamas’ Oct. 7 atrocities, she wrote on Instagram, “we stand with those still tearing down border walls” and “we show solidarity with those still fighting to free their stolen land.”Last month, The Post’s Susan Edelman broke the news of Siriana Abboud pushing an anti-Israel agenda on pre-K tots and sharing tips on indoctrinating kids online.Instagram @sirianajanine

Parents have asked the city Department of Education to investigate this teacher’s hate, but so far all that’s happened is that she’s gone on indefinite “medical leave” — an obvious sign that the DOE is simply hoping to wait out the storm.

State law makes it nearly impossible to fire a bad or even dangerous teacher who has tenure: The union-inspired arbitration rules can drag out the process for years.

In one infamous case, a city teacher accused of misconduct toward his students earned over $1.7 million in salary in the course of a 20-year “rubber room” stint.

But that’s not all that’s going on here.

Abboud’s issues go back at least a year: Jewish parents and teachers at the school complained back in October 2022 when she put a crude antisemitic poster on the bulletin board outside her classroom.

Other than having her take it down, the only official response was a single “restorative justice” session, where her colleagues could express their feelings.

Within weeks of that, the city Department of Education honored Abboud with a 2023-24 Big Apple Award, applauding her work “as a liberation-inspired educator” who “centers children’s agency and global consciousness,” raises the “societal expectations” of young children and other woke claptrap.348

In other words, she won official acclaim for the radicalism that now has her out of the classroom, but still getting paid.

Schools Chancellor David Banks plainly hasn’t cleaned house at DOE headquarters, if he’s even tried.

No wonder alert middle- and working-class families are fleeing the DOE’s schools.

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Most alive in the twilight (an essay)

I always knew I was an odd one based on my early, unequivocal, and undying love for The Twilight Zone.

In 1994, my parents were rear-ended while I was in the womb. My mom was rushed to the hospital in a flurry of panic for the unborn (look where we are now) - my father sustained a back injury that went virtually unnoticed in the commotion. He loves to remind people of that.

During my childhood, every year from New Year’s Eve into New Year’s Day there would be a Twilight Zone marathon on tv, channel 38 (no cable). I would binge endlessly, captivated by the irony, the curiosity, the humanity, the penchant for the uncanny. I recognized even then that each episode touched on the deepest truths of life and death, and of course, the space in between them.

To this day every time the camera clumsily and endearingly shifts over to Rod Serling’s unmistakable image, cig in hand, a literary Don Draper at his best, all I can hear in my mind is my dad mimicking his voice and inflection with emphasis. I wish I could write the sound of his impression into this essay so you could hear it. It’s pretty good.

My aunt Mary had a lengthy DVD collection, including all of the show’s seasons. I was never sure whether she had so many DVDs before Mattie got sick or because he got sick. I suppose we were only on the cusp of the VHS to DVD transition when that particular manifestation of the in-between-ness of living and dying began to seed itself. (2000? 2001?)

My parents…being cheap, would borrow what they could as far as movies. We borrowed the Twilight Zone box set, and again I binged over those sweet indulgent winter breaks you still get in middle school when you don’t have a job yet but you’re old enough to stay home alone. As a child I found myself somewhat bored by the episodes about elderly life and 20th century wars - things I had little entry-point to relate to at the time. (“if it doesn’t involve me I just have to remove it”-Lauryn Hill in self-critique).

On the Eve of 2023, I found myself with a hankering for the nostalgia of a Twilight Zone marathon. As if it were a friend from my past that I hadn’t seen in a very long time. Someone long forgotten that I’d only briefly checked in with on social media a couple times, but didn’t really know what their life was like these days. I found a place to stream it online, and with just a hit I felt my life-blood flow and my infatuation with the show re-invigorate. I realized more and more how much its aethetics, storylines, acute observations, and brutal irony had been woven into the fabric of my worldview.

I “discovered” the word liminal during college. 2015 or so. Joan Watson (bless her chaotic heart) opened my eyes to the siginiface of etymology in the language we use. As I was struggling to find my Art and searching for ways to describe the things in my heart, mind, and spirit that words could not (such is the point of making art) I would leisurely look up etymology of different words that I found interesting or relevant. At some point I stumbled upon this miraculous word that held within its grasp everything I felt life was about. (My path of truly understanding the weight of this would take years - until I decided in 2020 to name my art practice in this word and my beloved material’s honor.) Liminal - a threshhold. An in-between. Comes from the same etymology as the words line, limit. It’s true it is used in calculus, eg, “the limit does not exist!” (I waited so long from the Mean Girls hayday of 2004 until I finally got to calculus in 2011 to find out that I still didn’t get what she meant when she said that, meaning they just phrased it that way for cinematic and quotable effect. What a disappointment.) To me the concept of liminal was very real and very expansive. 

I had always been fascinated by that space in the early evening sky just after sunset where it transitioned from the clouds being lighter than the background - white on blue - to them appearing darker than it - darker grey on light blue. Was it just an appearance? An optical illusion? An Albers style color instability? Much like the sky being perceived as blue in the first place? Regardless - it looked real, it was potent, it was inspiring, it was magnificently beautiful, and most of all it was repeatable. It was not a one-time fluke. I began to see it many evenings in the sky. Then I began to see it in other things. Everywhere.

This in-between-ness or transitional space became louder in my awareness until I had to put a name to it. Liminal space.

The time between night and day, day and night. Twilight is liminal space.

The time between summer and winter, the extremes of climate - spring and fall are liminal space. Things being born and things dying. Not yet fully alive or fully dead.

The full moon and the new moon are liminal space. When it’s full it has a brief moment from growing to being full before its starts shrinking again, and same in reverse for the new moon.

The organ that serves dutifully as the barrier between our inner and outer worlds - our skin - is liminal space.

The state of gestation for both carrier and child (pregnancy) is liminal space. For the carrier: not just one person, but not yet two. For the child: not not alive, but also not an independent living being just yet.

Water is a liminal medium. It is the amniotic fluid, it is the ocean, it is the baptism, the cleansing, the life-blood. It carries and nourishes its own liminal spaces. The space between the container and the overflow of the container, where the water stays due to surface tension.

Every threshold, every transtion, every moment of change, of growth or decay - is liminal space. It is everything. It could be god. (I've heard that god is change.)

At some point it dawned on me that my formative years watching The Twilight Zone and imbibing its concepts and subtleties had prepared me for this later synthesis of understanding. It had formulated this idea in my mind before I had the capacity or life experience to recognize or contextualize it. Now, when describing the liminal space to askers, I often refer back to the Twilight Zone. Some folks get the reference, others don’t.

Fast forward (or rewind, not sure where we are at present) to 2017. A vision for a life I’d be truly content with and inspired by was budding in my heart for the very first time. I was sleeping in a tent in Marshall, NC on Josh’s property.

In the liminal space between sleep and waking - hypnopompia (a great word) - I looked up blurrily at a very real and crisp pink moon, a waning gibbous. A guy I’d met over the past few days said to me, as if out of the sky, “you have a good moon for your drive,” referring to the 500 mile journey home to Baltimore that lay ahead of me that day. The moon was definitely there in “real life” - but was his voice? Why was it him? He had no significance to me. Was it a hypnopompic hallucination, as they call it? Or was the message just as real as the moon? I didn’t know, but decided to take it as a good omen. 

I awoke; everyone else was already gone. Having the place to myself, I went up the hill and blissfully picked blueberries, filling one of my newly fired baskets with their bounty. That ceramic basket of blueberries was on the floor of my passenger seat when it happened. The basket survived. The blueberries didn’t.

Had I not stopped for gas, to do a quick and dirty duct tape job on part of my bumper that was coming loose, would it not have happened? Would it have happened to someone else? Would it still have happened to me in a different way? The liminal space of time passing, moment to moment, and the infinite possibilities, permutations, and forking paths hung heavy. This haunted me for a while.

If I had died, would there have been some sign? Like in the episodes Mr. Death, or The Hunt, or The Hitch-Hiker - the deceased witness their loved ones mourning, or their still body on the bed. They eventually stumble upon the messengers of death who clarify everything and sweep them away wistfully to eternity. In my case, life went on as usual for those around me and I never had what they call an “out of body” experience of seeing myself from the outside.

I was unconscious for an unknown amount of time. Seconds, minutes? I'll never know. Maybe that was when I left my body and my heart won't let me remember.

He had earbuds in. All the times my dad had taught me to not be afraid to use my horn when necessary ran through my mind as I leaned on my horn and the noise deafened me and I looked up to my right and he kept on going as if he heard nothing and saw nothing and felt nothing.  He was heartless, soul-less - from my view - in those seconds. Was he Mr. Death? 

It was a roller coaster. I haven’t been on a roller coaster since, though I used to love the thrill and the dropping in my stomach. Now sometimes I panic that one day, I will find myself at an amusement park, and briefly, blissfully, forgetting my trauma I will step down into the car of a roller coaster, be strapped in, only to remember at the last moment, when the car starts moving, it’s too late to get off, and find myself reliving my own pseudo-death. It sounds like the worst of nightmares and I don’t know why I put myself through imagining the reality of it and the utter fear and pain I imagine I would feel. (Although…what if it de-sensitized me? I don’t really want to find out.)

The stand-in mother who'd been driving behind me and saw the whole thing play out thought I was dead. My therapist said she was my angel. Does that mean I really was dead? And that’s why she could see me? Did she bring me back to life with that water and that hug?

I had no way to know that she saw what was unfolding and would have been prepared to stop. Certainly the cars behind her wouldn’t have. Cars in the fast lane are brutal. They literally don’t seem to care if someone dies as long as they get to their destination “on time” while achieving the adrenaline rush of driving 90 mph.

I also knew my parents had taught me that a sudden stop could cause a rear-ending (when I would stop for a squirrel). And I knew from driver’s ed that you should keep at least a 6-second following distance when driving at highway speeds at all times. I also knew that no one actually follows that rule. Somehow in that moment I envisioned a pile-up if I stepped on my brakes. A disastrous one. The kind where 20 cars get piled up because everyone was going over 80 with a 1-3 second following distance. A recipe for disaster. I thought the only way out was forward (see Don Draper).

It may have been, but the way it happened, that’s when I lost control.

I was alone. But when I awoke I saw Kaity in my passenger seat, dead from not having her seatbelt on. She wasn’t really there. Her pots were all dead though.

One never realizes the muscle memory of the every-day minute activities we ask our bodies to do, like clicking the button to remove your seatbelt. When you are right-side up and gravity is working in your favor, it’s nothing to press that red rectangle with your thumb and it just pops out and you’re free. But when you’re upside-down, and gravity is against you, and you don’t know what the fuck just happened, that car became my prision the seatbelt my cell and the button the key that was hanging just a couple inches farther than my arm’s length away. I panicked, seeing the whole car blow up with me and Kaity inside of it. Why is this so hard? Why can’t I click it? Until I did click it and slid gently up the seat to rest my head on the ceiling. The window was half open. I managed to escape through it before the inevitable explosion (that never ended up happening). Once free, I ran. Shoeless, scared, I fought to get out and then I flew. I needed to get as far away as possible. 

“Ma’am… please sit down ma’am,” the trooper patronized me with hands on hips. (When did he get there? How long was I out? Who called 911?)

He froze me. I would have kept going as long as the adrenaline would take me. I could have run miles in that instant. The crabby grass and highway shards beneath my feet held no bearing on my personal marathon for survival. I didn’t think I had made it out alive yet.

“You’re so stoic,” they said in the ambulance.

“You look like you’ve been mud-wrestling,” they said in the hospital.

Another angel, a nurse, let me use her phone. I still didn’t call my parents. Theirs were the only numbers I knew by heart.

Kyle was my Shrek, his volvo, Donkey (a knight and his noble steed). Against all odds, they came and took me home that night. I took a bath. Submerged, I gestated and took stock and prepared for life after.

The following weeks were a cloud of acute PTSD, fooling myself I was well enough to work, not knowing how one deals with a situation like this and the legalities of it, facing a cannabis possession charge in Virginia, being taken advantage of by the other driver's insurance company, and feeling utterly alone. Some of these never stopped.

I don’t even know how I moved back home. I don’t remember that flight. I don’t remember seeing my parents for the first time or other relatives. I don’t remember getting home that day or what I ate or how I felt. I know there was home-ness, comfort, love, support, friends, and gratitude.

That soon became tainted with the sensation that I wasn’t really alive - that all of this was a dream that was happening in the moments of my blackout while still in the overturned car. I never knew how long I’d blacked out for, so it seemed to reason that maybe I was still there, blacked out. Like a dream that feels a lifetime but takes place in a few moments. I moved like a ghost. I got a job, went to work, got in the car and commuted an hour each way every day, including on the highway. I had undiagnosed panic attacks when a truck came close to me on the road, or really any other car. Or when my co-worker came to work with his windshield completely smashed in by a rogue tire that came off a semi and flew straight at the glass and into his back seat….  I didn’t go to counseling or physical therapy. I thought I might lose my license due to having been caught with a gram of weed in my car when the whole thing happened. Couldn’t even smoke because I thought I’d have to get drug-tested. Our household got scabies. It was a dark time. No wonder I thought I was dead.

The feeling never really went away. It wasn’t all that different from earlier experiences of feeling that it’s all part of a matrix. Early knowings of a soul/witness self that exists on a different plane from this physical world. It was and is so easy to shift my lens from presence and living/being to dissociation and the sense of being removed, of watching a movie or dream play out, purporting to be my “life.” It’s much harder to shift back.

A couple of months ago in the midst of my most recent Twilight Zone bender I watched an episode called “The Hitch-Hiker.” It opens with a young woman, around my age, white, blonde, alone, on a road trip. Nothing revolutionary but I identify with her immediately. She is being helped by a man on the side of the road, and they talk about how she’d gone off the road and been very lucky to come out okay and be able to continue on. She does - continue, but things are different. She begins to see an older man, a hitch-hiker, a very average looking man but with a somewhat spooky or unsettling, curious air about him. He always seems to be ahead of her wherever she goes. She begins to panic, facing a reality of being stalked by this man, who says to her, “I think you’re going, my way?” (or something like that). Finally she becomes stuck on railroad tracks in her car while he watches. As a train approaches and she is unable to start the car, she finally exits just in time before the train plows on down the tracks. She goes to a phone booth and calls for her mother. She states who she is to the woman on the line, who seems to have answered because the mother has had a nervous breakdown. The woman on the line questions her, saying that the young woman herself had died in a car crash just days prior, sending her mother into deep sorrow. The young woman drops the phone in disbelief.

I had seen the episode before but did not remember the ending, and I don’t think I’d seen it since my crash. It dawned on me: THAT IS WHAT MY LIFE FEELS LIKE. I had never felt so seen, so understood, had my post-crash experience described so accurately as to arise goosebumps in my maybe ghost/maybe alive arms (liminally alive).

I wrote in a journal during the dark time that the crash and its aftermath had been the loneliest experience of my life. I still feel that way, which is what prompted me to write this. In the hope that maybe, finally, I can communicate what I went through with others in a way they’d understand. 

But before today, on watching that episode, I felt, this is it. This is my life. This is going to be the best way to describe to anyone the feeling I’ve had ever since the crash that I’m living as a ghost in some alternate reality or dream or hallucination - that somehow I didn’t fully die but am not fully alive. That I’m living out this version of my life in the twilight, in the shadow, in the impression of what my “real” life once was. Before. (Not to say it’s been lived in the shadow, I have a beautiful life I am extremely grateful for, when I’m able to be present. That’s the duality.)

When I told all of this to Wendy, she found it fascinating. To the proposition that I might be dead, and this all a dream of sorts, she simply said, “maybe you are!” For some reason, that alone was validating and healing like nothing I’d heard before in all the mess of folks not knowing what to say. I finally have begun to understand: maybe I am a ghost or a brain-dead body on the hospital bed, living out a sort of dream version of what my life could have been, noticing tv shows that play on this exact theme and taking great meaning from them. Maybe I did drive straight into the Twilight Zone. Maybe when I woke up that morning with the pink moon I was already in it. But is this liminal space that I may or may not occupy any less real that what I’d previously considered “real life”? Is it any less real than the blue color of the sky, or the pink color of the moon that morning, or the voice telling me I had a good moon for my drive, perhaps forecasting my survival?

It’s all happening in my retinas and that mysterious body/brain/spirit connection - there seems to be no hierarchy of “real.”

[smequa]

Why Using Buccal Training For Epilepsy Is Important?

Understanding Care Mandatory Training

Understanding care training requirements in the UK is essential for all domiciliary carers. Statutory and mandatory courses cover key subjects to ensure staff members and clients remain safe.

Health and safety training courses cover crucial protocols like risk evaluation, manual handling, fire safety, safeguarding training for care workers to detect abuse as well as local reporting procedures, medication administration training is also a necessity for domiciliary care providers.

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Buccal training for epilepsy  (epilepsy medication administration training) assists healthcare professionals and caregivers to provide effective and safe care to individuals experiencing seizures. The training offers valuable skills that can reduce anxiety and stress as well as enhance quality of life for people living with epilepsy.

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Paediatric first aid online

Paediatric first aid online training is essential for anyone working with children or infants, including nurses, nannies, au pairs, teachers and parents. This course can save lives when injuries such as choking or cardiac arrest occur and will benefit any profession working directly with children - such as teachers. This course may also benefit their own parents!

This online care mandatory training course covers first aid and CPR for infants and children, as well as using an adrenaline auto-injector in case of an allergic reaction. This course is perfect for teachers, childcare providers, camp counselors, school bus drivers and foster parents. Certification lasts for two years and fulfills OSHA regulations.

CPR AED for the child & infant

CPR and AED training is essential for all care workers, particularly when caring for infants who are more prone to sudden cardiac arrest (SCA). According to the pediatric Chain of Survival guidelines, high-quality CPR should begin immediately rather than waiting until either there is a pulse found or breathing resumes.

Before commencing CPR, ensure the area is free of obstructions and dry. Remove any bulky clothing, place the infant on their back, tap their back several times while speaking loudly to see if they respond; if not, call 911/EMS immediately for assistance.

The Heart saver Pediatric First Aid CPR AED course equips participants to recognize and care for illnesses or injuries in children and infants until professional assistance arrives. Based on current resuscitation science and guidance from the American Heart Association, this course also features hands-on skills sessions as well as teaching how to use an AED.

Adult & paediatric first aid

Care workers must complete mandatory training. This may include courses to teach them how to care for elderly individuals as well as how to treat children and infants properly.

These courses cover topics such as first aid, basic life support and infection control for carers. Furthermore, these training programs aim to teach them about providing dignity-in-care while honoring the privacy of those they are caring for.

Paediatric first aid courses are often required for individuals working in industries related to children in the UK, such as nursery staff, child-minders and teachers. Paediatric first aid differs from standard first aid in that its focus lies on treating injuries and illnesses that affect infants and children - such as febrile convulsions, head injuries or choking incidents in young children.

[starandsims]

Book 1: Normal Type | Chapter Twenty-Three: Lavender Blues

Lavender Day is a day of remembrance, honoring those who came before, and Teddy usually spent it with his siblings in remembrance of their parents. That morning, though, he got a very disturbing call from his sister, Lilli. Unfortunately, the night before, their sister Bliss had gone for a walk, apparently at some point along the walk she had slipped off the edge of the canal. Police had knocked on their apartment door around 4 AM to tell Lilli that unfortunately, Bliss had drowned.

In absolute agony, Teddy sought Violet’s comfort, but Violet, who was in her first trimester still awaiting the results of the genetic testing, was too irritable to provide it. Bliss had never cared for her much anyway, and she was dealing with a lot of emotions herself this Lavender Day, she told Teddy. Desperate and grieving, Teddy wandered out to a nearby cemetery. Ever practical, he was looking for a place that might be good for Bliss to be laid to rest. He’d never thought he would have to consider a good place for his baby sister to be buried.

The storm outside seemed to mirror Teddy’s distress, the wind swept against him, rain washed him from head to toe, lightning even struck him, and he still continued in his search. He wasn’t really seeing anything that was in front of him, his mind was occupied with thoughts of the past and memories of Bliss, regrets, for not having seen her much this past year, because of the problems between her and his new wife. Finally sparking him out of his reverie was a small dog, a stray, who appeared whimpering in a nearby bush. Teddy cautiously reached out to the dog and through the next few hours, they sat in the rain together.

Knowing his sister’s fondness for animals, he felt sure that this dog had been sent by his sister’s spirit to comfort him. Teddy named the small dog “Cutie” because he wasn’t very good with names, and naming the dog “Bliss” was far too soon for him. Cutie was friendly, vocal, and very hairy. When he brought the dog home, Violet was less than pleased. However, she did regret the way she had spoken to him harshly that morning after having just learned of something so terrible, and she also felt bad because she knew the test results coming soon might indicate that this child she was carrying wasn’t Teddy’s at all. So, she decided not to make a fuss about the animal.

Samson was even less sure of this new creature Teddy had brought home, not liking at all this change in routine. The new creature was terribly loud, barking all the time, and shed more hair than Samson did! How horrible a thing.

Later, Lilli visited, she was an absolute wreck, of course, Bliss had been her lifetime companion, it was an impossible thing to do, to live on without a twin. Together the siblings celebrated Lavender Day, a day of remembering someone they had not thought to lose so soon. In honor of Bliss, they watched her favorite movie, Lost Dog’s Journey Home, and even Samson and Cutie got along well enough to join the viewing. Violet stayed in her room, quoting morning sickness, but stayed on her computer, both for her online sites as well as awaiting the email that would contain the information she was so anxiously awaiting.

[hiimzzzz]

Autobiography

I was born during the summer, on the 10th day of March 2004 in the busy city of Las Pinas. We are three siblings in the family and I was the third. Unfortunately, my brother Ruzel died when he was still an infant. I was raised by my grandparents from my father's side because my parents have to work for the betterment of our family, they say. I grew up a typical way, Ido what other children would do but I didn't grow close and open to my family. Maybe it's because of the different treatment of my parents between me and my brother, Selwyn. I was always left behind during vacation trips because someone had to be at home to feed the dogs and take care of our grandmother from my mother's side. It was tough but I don't really mind it, after all, that's the thing that changed me, shaped me, and made me become the Zandrew I am today. Fast forward to when I started my high school life, I experienced the sign of coming of age and of course, I experienced my first love. It was so cruel and chaotic but I am thankful that it happened because it also help me become what I am now. There I developed the thinking that sometimes, something is just too cruel for us to have so it'll leave. Sometimes, things will not go the way we planned them and we have to accept that fact. That is also the time when I learned how to play the guitar. I used a youth choir guitarist but my way of playing the instrument does not really match up, it was more of a rock and roll manner. I was forced to quit the choir because of the way I played during that one mass. But that did not stop me from playing the guitar because I often play songs at school with my other classmates and I was part of a school band. The year was 2017 and during the month of November, my father got sick with tuberculosis. He was immediately brought to the hospital near their office. He stayed at the intensive care unit for almost one month because his condition was so bad. That is the time when I experienced the holiday season alone, the Christmas and New Year passed by without a single glimpse of happiness. He got discharged in January 2018 and started recovering for 6 months before going back to work. Days passed by and the year 2019 came, the year the COVID-19 pandemic started. It was my birthday when the quarantine started, it was only a one-week suspension that turns out to be years. At first, it was hard because I can't do the things that I always do but then I find ways to do something just to erase boredom. I experienced online and modular classes during my last grade as a junior high school student, it was something foreign to a student because we are used to always going to school every day. I accepted academic commissions that got me paid 500 pesos per quarter. I graduated with honors and applied as a senior high school student at Emilio Aguinaldo College - Cavite. I am currently enjoying my last year as a high school student and college life is around the corner. This is very tiring because I joined too many extracurricular activities, I am part of the school press which is The Emilian Chronicler, I also played basketball for HUMSSstrandduringourintramurals and now I am playing for SHS12, I am also playing for a band that will perform in our school for an event. My life is a busy life but I still enjoy the things I do because I enjoy exploring different things. I do have a lot of dreams and a lot of other things I wanted to do, I guess I am an explorer. Things that happened to me since I was a child are the things that made me up today, I am thankful for everything because it will not be the same if something was missed. I still have a long way to go and I am sure that there will be a lot of things that will shape me and help me shape my adult figure.

[pineyw00dsshesquatch]

The r femaleantinatalism vibes are strong here. (Neutral statement. I'm self conscious to admit I lurk there when I'm having a Bad Time©️ and doom scrolling) I'm an aspiring parent, and I stan for the child frees. I especially stan my queer and trans brethren who want to be and are parents. I love the non-cis centered, trans inclusive language in this thread. I think the more we break down the cis/straight normative alleged monopoly on parenthood the better. I'm glad to hear there's pros out there making that choice. I know IIII was over the moon in 2015-ish when I had a gyno who was on gender neutral language for contraceptives etc. In a cis-maybe-egg-y ally way of course, ahem.

I think we all need to work to reduce stigma and improve care, and again, I'm really glad to hear that is slowly happening. Baked in Misogyny is the worst. I would say that part of the rotten natalist ideology is romanticizing suffering as spiritually necessary. All the way back to the Eve's punishment in Eden. This may be because I was raised Catholic, but idk. Thanks, I hate it.

There's a distinct way folks, especially women and afab, are taught to view and accept suffering. People a million times more qualified than me have been spilling ink on it for centuries. Un-learning that is so tedious and hard, but so worth it. Especially if we choose to take the risks associated with pregnancy and parenthood. I know it's been really radical and difficult for myself to learn to self advocate contrary to how I was raised. Y'know, to make sure the Dr. Is treating me like a Person. It wasn't until an appointment went really badly that I even considered having my partner or even just a trusted someone with me. I had just swallowed to do it alone.

We really, really, REALLY gotta work on normalizing clearly understanding the whole enchilada of complications and enhancing support around pregnancy. I think it's already happening with many realities of parenthood with online discussions, but it's just not there with pregnancy.

We deserve a societal landscape as free from herteonormative pro-life Misogyny smog as possible to make clear, informed decisions that we honor and GD respect.

the thing is like. i get that it's scary and makes people who do desire to get pregnant uncomfortable when we talk about the brutality and violence of pregnancy and the damage that pregnancy can do to your body

but you deserve to give informed consent to that process.

the lies around pregnancy - that it's inherently safe, that it doesn't do you permanent damage, that it's only extremely rare for people to die of pregnancy complications, etc like

all of these are lies constructed so that more people will get pregnant w/o knowing all that

there needs to be more talk about the impact of miscarriages and how common they are, how different abortion processes are and how accessible they are

but also like. talking about how pregnancy fucks your body up should not be taboo

this is a process that permanently changes most people's bodies, and that's even if the pregnancy doesn't do them like. severe illness or injury

and i just think everybody should have a right to KNOW that

bc to live in a society that intentionally obscures and hides facts about a completely optional and dangerous process does so for a reason, and that reason is based in a very sinister ideology that does not value bodily autonomy or informed consent

[americanschoolindubai]

Finding the Best American Curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai: A Comprehensive Guide

Are you searching for the best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai for your child's education? Al Warqaa has emerged as an educational hub, offering world-class American curriculum schools that combine academic excellence with holistic development. This guide will help you navigate through the options and make an informed decision for your child's future.

Why Choose American Curriculum Schools in Al Warqaa?

The American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai stands out for its comprehensive approach to education. These schools follow the US Common Core State Standards and Advanced Placement (AP) programs, providing students with a globally recognized education pathway. The curriculum emphasizes critical thinking, creativity, and practical application of knowledge.

Key Benefits of American Curriculum Schools

Project-based learning approach

Continuous assessment system

Focus on STEAM education

College preparation from early years

Emphasis on extracurricular activities

Top American Curriculum Schools in Al Warqaa

When looking for the best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai, several institutions stand out for their exceptional educational standards and facilities.

Al Warqaa American International School

This institution has established itself as a leader in American education in the area. The school offers:

Complete K-12 American curriculum

State-of-the-art science and computer labs

Advanced sports facilities

Dedicated arts and music programs

Special education support services

Curriculum Implementation and Standards

The best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai follows a structured approach:

Early Years (KG1-KG2): Focus on foundational skills

Elementary (Grades 1-5): Core subject development

Middle School (Grades 6-8): Advanced concepts and critical thinking

High School (Grades 9-12): College preparation and specialization

Academic Excellence and Achievement

Schools offering American curriculum in Al Warqaa maintain high academic standards through:

Rigorous Assessment Methods

Continuous evaluation system

Standardized testing aligned with US standards

Regular progress reports

Portfolio assessments

MAP testing for tracking progress

Advanced Learning Programs

The best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai includes:

Advanced Placement (AP) courses

Honors programs

STEM initiatives

Language enrichment programs

Gifted and talented programs

Technology Integration and Innovation

Modern American curriculum schools in Al Warqaa emphasize:

Digital Learning Tools

1:1 device programs

Smart classrooms

Online learning platforms

Digital libraries

Coding and robotics labs

Student Life and Development

Extracurricular Activities

The best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai offers:

Sports programs (basketball, soccer, swimming)

Arts and music clubs

Science and technology clubs

Literary societies

Community service initiatives

Student Support Services

Comprehensive support includes:

Academic counseling

College guidance

Career planning

Mental health support

Learning support programs

Parent Involvement and Community

Parent Engagement Programs

Schools encourage parent participation through:

Regular parent-teacher meetings

Parent workshops

School events and celebrations

Volunteer opportunities

Parent advisory committees

Facilities and Infrastructure

Modern Learning Environments

The best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai is supported by:

Modern classrooms with latest technology

Well-equipped laboratories

Multi-purpose halls

Libraries and media centers

Sports facilities and swimming pools

Admission Process and Requirements

Application Procedures

Standard requirements include:

Previous academic records

Entrance assessments

Student interviews

Parent interviews

Required documentation

Age Requirements and Grade Placement

KG1: 4 years by August 31

KG2: 5 years by August 31

Grade 1: 6 years by August 31

Subsequent grades follow accordingly

Financial Considerations

Tuition and Fees

When choosing the best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai, consider:

Annual tuition fees

Registration fees

Additional activity fees

Transportation costs

Book and uniform expenses

Accreditation and Quality Assurance

International Recognition

Top schools maintain:

KHDA certification

US accreditation bodies recognition

International school associations membership

Quality assurance programs

Regular inspections and evaluations

Future Opportunities

College and Career Preparation

The best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai prepares students for:

US university admissions

International university applications

SAT/ACT examinations

Career guidance

Internship opportunities

Making the Right Choice

Factors to Consider

When selecting the best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai, evaluate:

Academic track record

Teaching staff qualifications

Facility quality

Extra-curricular offerings

Location and accessibility

Conclusion

Choosing the best American curriculum in Al Warqaa, Dubai is a significant decision that impacts your child's future. The area offers excellent options that combine strong academics, modern facilities, and comprehensive development programs. By considering the factors outlined in this guide, you can make an informed choice that aligns with your educational goals and values.

Remember that the best school is one that matches your child's needs, learning style, and future aspirations. Visit multiple schools, speak with administrators and teachers, and involve your child in the decision-making process to ensure the best possible educational journey.

[riwaq]

Understanding the Practice of Reading Quran for Deceased Parents

Losing a parent is one of the hardest experiences in life. For many, the desire to do something meaningful for their deceased parents becomes a way to honor their memory. One common question that arises in this context is: Can I read Quran for my dead parents?

The Islamic Perspective on Reciting Quran for the Deceased

In Islam, there is a strong emphasis on maintaining the bond between children and their parents, even after death. The Quran and Hadith provide several ways to benefit one's deceased parents through good deeds, charity, and prayers. But when it comes to reading Quran for someone who has passed away, opinions among scholars can vary.

Many Islamic scholars agree that reciting Quran and dedicating the reward (Sawab) to deceased parents is permissible. It is considered a form of Sadaqah Jariyah (continuous charity) — a good deed that continues to benefit the person even after they have passed away. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) encouraged acts of charity, supplications, and good deeds on behalf of the deceased. Although there is no explicit mention in the Quran about reading it specifically for the dead, the general principles of Islam support the idea of doing good deeds for others, living or deceased.

How Can Reading Quran Benefit Your Deceased Parents?

When you recite the Quran with the intention of sending the reward to your deceased parents, it is believed that this can provide them with spiritual benefits in their grave. The mercy and blessings of Allah can reach them through your recitation. This is a comforting thought for many, knowing that they can still contribute to their parents' afterlife journey.

Apart from reading Quran, other recommended practices include making Dua (supplication) for your parents, giving charity on their behalf, and doing acts of kindness in their name. The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said, “When a man dies, his deeds come to an end except for three things: Sadaqah Jariyah (continuous charity), beneficial knowledge, or a righteous child who prays for him.” This highlights the ongoing impact a child's good deeds can have on their deceased parents.

A Heartfelt Way to Connect with Your Loved Ones

If you're wondering, "Can I read Quran for my dead parents?" the answer is yes, and it can be a meaningful way to stay connected to them spiritually. It provides comfort knowing that you can still play a part in their well-being, even after they've left this world. Setting aside some time to read Surahs like Yaseen or Al-Fatiha with the intention of dedicating the reward to your parents can be a beautiful way of keeping their memory alive.

Learning to Read Quran Properly

If you're not confident in your Quran recitation skills or would like to learn more, there are resources available to help you. For those interested in improving their recitation or starting from the basics, Riwaq Al Quran offers online Quran classes tailored to all levels. Whether you're a beginner or looking to refine your Tajweed (pronunciation), Riwaq Al Quran provides a supportive environment to enhance your understanding of the Quran.

Learning to recite the Quran fluently can enrich your spiritual practice and enable you to make a more sincere contribution when reciting for your deceased loved ones. You can explore their Quran courses and find a learning path that suits your schedule and needs.

Final Thoughts

Honoring our deceased parents through good deeds, supplications, and Quran recitation is a way to express our love and gratitude. It's a practice that not only benefits them but also brings us comfort and peace. So, if you're asking, "Can I read Quran for my dead parents?" — the answer is yes, and it's a beautiful way to keep their memory close to your heart.

If you're looking to deepen your connection with the Quran, consider exploring online resources like Riwaq Al Quran. They offer a variety of courses that can help you improve your recitation and understanding, so you can recite with confidence and intention.

May Allah accept all your efforts and grant your deceased parents mercy and forgiveness.

[raffi-foundation]

early childhood education courses

[growyourknowledge]

The Benefits of Online Abacus Classes: A Global Approach to Learning

In the digital age, more and more parents are turning to online abacus classes to give their children a head start in math. The abacus, a time-honored tool used for mental arithmetic, is highly effective in developing a child’s cognitive and problem-solving skills. With the advent of online learning, children from around the world, whether in Dubai, Bangalore, or Tokyo, can now access quality abacus training from the comfort of their homes. This blog explores the key benefits of enrolling in abacus classes and highlights how it helps children excel in math.

Why Choose Online Abacus Classes?

Abacus training enhances a child’s ability to perform complex calculations mentally. Through constant practice, students develop a visual representation of the abacus in their minds, allowing them to complete arithmetic tasks with speed and accuracy. Enrolling in online abacus classes provides several advantages for both students and parents:

Flexibility: One of the primary benefits of online classes is the flexibility they offer. Students can choose to learn at their own pace, fitting lessons into their busy schedules. Whether living in Dubai, Bangalore, or Tokyo, students can attend classes without the need to travel, making online learning convenient for families.

Personalized Instruction: Many abacus courses online are structured to provide personalized attention to students. Instructors tailor lessons to each child’s learning needs, ensuring they grasp concepts before moving on to more advanced techniques.

Interactive Learning: Online classes often use engaging, interactive methods to teach students. This keeps young learners interested and focused, making it easier for them to absorb and apply the techniques taught.

Global Access: Regardless of location, children can now access high-quality abacus training. Whether students are in Dubai, Bangalore, Tokyo, or anywhere else, they can participate in world-class abacus courses, making this ancient technique accessible to learners globally.

Online Abacus Classes in Dubai

Dubai is known for its forward-thinking approach to education, and many parents are eager to ensure their children excel in school. abacus classes in Dubai provide students with the opportunity to enhance their mental math abilities while benefiting from the city’s advanced learning environment. By enrolling in these classes, students in Dubai can boost their performance in math-related subjects and develop confidence in their problem-solving skills.

Online Abacus Classes in Bangalore

As a hub for technology and education, Bangalore has seen a growing demand for innovative learning methods. abacus classes in Bangalore offer students the chance to build a solid foundation in mathematics through the use of the abacus. These classes not only focus on improving students’ arithmetic skills but also help them develop concentration and memory. Parents in Bangalore appreciate the convenience of abacus classes online, as it allows their children to learn from home without the need for additional tutoring.

Online Abacus Classes in Tokyo, Japan

In a competitive academic environment like Tokyo, Japan, parents are always seeking ways to give their children an edge. Online Abacus classes in Tokyo provide an effective way for students to excel in math and gain mental agility. The abacus method, combined with interactive online teaching, helps children in Tokyo stay ahead in their studies while also improving their ability to tackle more complex math problems.

The Importance of Abacus Classes in Early Learning

The abacus is an excellent tool for building early math skills in children. It not only helps students with basic arithmetic but also enhances their cognitive abilities, such as memory and concentration. For young learners, enrolling in abacus classes can provide a solid foundation that sets them up for success in more advanced math courses later in life.

Starting abacus training at a young age has multiple benefits, including:

Improved Concentration: Abacus training requires focus and attention, which helps children develop better concentration skills. This improved focus carries over into other areas of learning as well.

Stronger Memory Skills: The mental visualization of the abacus improves a child’s memory, enabling them to retain and recall information more effectively.

Faster Problem-Solving: Through abacus training, children learn to solve problems more quickly, giving them a significant advantage when it comes to school exams and competitions.

Boosting Confidence: As children become more adept at mental arithmetic, their confidence in math grows, leading to better performance in school.

Choosing the Right Abacus Course Online

When selecting an abacus course online, there are several factors parents should consider to ensure their child receives the best possible training:

Qualified Instructors: It’s important to choose a program with experienced and certified abacus instructors. Skilled teachers can effectively guide children through each stage of learning, ensuring they fully understand the concepts.

Engaging Curriculum: Look for courses that offer a comprehensive, engaging curriculum. A well-rounded program should cover everything from basic arithmetic to more advanced abacus techniques.

Interactive Learning Tools: Online courses should use interactive tools and methods to keep children engaged. This includes visual aids, games, and practice sessions that make learning fun.

Progress Tracking: The best online classes provide regular progress tracking, helping parents monitor their child’s development and identify areas that may need more focus.

About Us – Abacus and Vedic Maths

At Abacus and Vedic Maths, we offer high-quality abacus classes designed to help children develop strong mental arithmetic skills. Our experienced instructors provide personalized lessons, ensuring each student receives the attention and guidance they need to succeed. Whether you’re based in Dubai, Bangalore, Tokyo, or anywhere else, our abacus courses are designed to fit your child’s learning style and pace.

Location: CBD Belapur, Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra Phone: +91-865-787-8563 Email: info@abacusandvedicmaths.com

Conclusion

As more parents recognize the benefits of abacus training, online abacus classes have become a popular way to help children excel in math. Whether living in Dubai, Bangalore, or Tokyo, students can access quality abacus courses that fit their schedules and learning needs. The advantages of abacus training, such as improved concentration, memory, and problem-solving skills, make it a valuable addition to any child’s education. By enrolling in an abacus course online, parents can ensure their children are well-prepared to succeed in school and beyond.

[excelsiorclasses]

The Best Christian Online Homeschool Programs for a Christ-Centered Education

As more families seek flexible and faith-based education options, Christian online homeschool programs have become a popular choice for parents wanting to incorporate biblical values into their children's education. These programs offer the convenience of online learning while ensuring that Christ remains at the center of the curriculum. best christian online homeschool programs Whether you’re new to homeschooling or looking to enhance your child’s current education, here are some of the best Christian online homeschool programs available today.

1. Excelsior Classes

Excelsior Classes is a standout among Christian online homeschool programs, offering a comprehensive range of courses designed to provide a rigorous and Christ-centered education. With a focus on academic excellence and spiritual growth, Excelsior Classes offers live, interactive classes taught by experienced Christian educators. Their curriculum is designed to challenge students while nurturing their faith, making it a top choice for families looking for a well-rounded Christian education.

Why Choose Excelsior Classes?

Live Interactive Classes: Students engage in real-time with teachers and classmates, which helps foster a sense of community.

Qualified Christian Educators: All instructors are experienced and committed to integrating faith into their teaching.

Wide Range of Courses: From core subjects like math and science to electives and advanced placement (AP) classes, there’s something for every student.

For more information, visit Excelsior Classes.

2. Abeka Academy

Abeka Academy is a well-known Christian homeschool program that has been serving families for decades. Their online program offers a traditional, structured approach to education, with a focus on mastery learning and biblical principles. The curriculum is teacher-led, making it an excellent choice for parents who want to ensure their children receive a rigorous education grounded in Christian values.

Key Features:

Accredited Curriculum: Abeka Academy is accredited, providing assurance of quality education.

Video Lessons: Engaging video lessons guide students through each subject, making learning accessible and engaging.

Biblical Integration: Every lesson is designed to incorporate biblical teachings, helping students grow in their faith.

3. BJU Press Homeschool

BJU Press Homeschool offers a comprehensive Christian education that integrates faith with learning. Their online homeschool program is designed for flexibility, allowing families to tailor the learning experience to their needs. BJU Press offers both teacher-led and independent study options, catering to different learning styles and preferences.

Highlights:

Customizable Learning: Families can choose between teacher-led or self-paced courses.

Christian Worldview: All subjects are taught from a biblical perspective, ensuring that faith is woven into every aspect of learning.

Support Resources: BJU Press provides various resources to support parents in their homeschooling journey, including teacher’s guides and online tools.

4. The Potter’s School

The Potter’s School offers a global Christian online homeschool program that serves students from grades 4-12. Their mission is to provide a Christ-centered education that prepares students for life and service. With a wide range of courses, including honors and AP classes, The Potter’s School is a great option for families seeking academic excellence within a Christian framework.

Program Features:

Global Community: Students from around the world can connect and learn together.

Interactive Classes: Courses are taught live, providing opportunities for interaction and engagement.

Biblical Foundation: Every class is rooted in Christian teachings, fostering spiritual and academic growth.

5. Sonlight

Sonlight is a literature-based Christian homeschool program that emphasizes reading and critical thinking. Their online program is known for its rich curriculum that combines high-quality literature with a strong biblical foundation. Sonlight’s approach is flexible, allowing parents to adjust the pace and focus of their children’s education according to their needs.

What Makes Sonlight Unique?

Literature-Based Learning: Students engage with a wide range of literature, fostering a love of reading and critical analysis.

Biblical Worldview: Every subject is taught through the lens of a Christian worldview.

Flexible Curriculum: Parents can adapt the curriculum to fit their family’s schedule and learning preferences.

Conclusion

Choosing the right Christian online homeschool program is an important decision that will shape your child's academic and spiritual development. best christian online homeschool programs Programs like Excelsior Classes offer an excellent balance of rigorous academics and faith-based learning, making them an ideal choice for Christian families. Whichever program you choose, be sure it aligns with your family’s values and educational goals.

For more information on Christian online homeschool programs, consider visiting Excelsior Classes.

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Fort Heaven Chapter 31

Title: Fort Heaven

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 69K

Genres: Suspense, investigative, drama, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Some call it a hoax. Others claim it’s a cult. But, to Evon and his friend Yasmine, two online journalists, Fort Heaven is the subject of their latest story. Along for the assignment is cameraman and not-so-secret crush of Evon’s: Russet. With a drunken, murky night in their recent history, things are especially tense between them but, of course, personal matters take a backseat when the interviews start. The trio speaks to ex-members of Fort Heaven and, while some of the accounts are shocking, the job remains just that: A job. That is until one of the women they interviewed, along with her daughter, goes missing. It soon becomes clear that not only is Fort Heaven a real threat but Evon and his friends are being watched. And what started as a simple cash-grab article is now a matter of life and death.

Full chapter 31 under the cut

Chapter 31

It hadn’t taken but a few moments for Simon to notice that Willow had left him. With Nichole on the bed of nails, sinking further down every second and his sole focus being on getting her to admit to what she’d done wrong, he had somehow missed the sound of his daughter-in-law fleeing the building.

When Seth barged in not even five minutes after Simon realized what had happened—his irritation started to legitimately grow.

He’d been suspicious of Willow already. She didn’t belong with them and she knew it—in fact she knew that Simon knew—and he was aware of that. The fact that she ran away from him while he was torturing her best friend was a move he wasn’t expecting though.

“Father, stop it,” Seth spat out as if he had any authority.

Simon gave him a look that let him know how powerless he was. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Stop what?”

“That girl didn’t even do anything against us. She’s just the child of a heretic—since when did we punish children for their parents’ mistakes?”

“Ever since you decided all of your problems were inherited from me,” his father answered in a cold voice.

Seth reeled back for a second but then shook his head. He needed to focus—he’d promised Willow that he would fix all of this.

“Look—I know you have all these grand ideas but I’m letting this girl go,” he said with a finger pointed at Nichole, “and I’m leaving with Willow. She’s done suffering your ‘tests’.”

The last response he expected was laughter but Simon, still with his arms folded over his chest, threw his head back in a roar of a laugh. A smile remained plastered on his face as he responded. “You really think Willow is some sweet young girl who loves you? Who actually wants to marry you?”

The fire in Seth’s eyes began to dim before it was completely extinguished. “What…?”

“She’s using you. The second you were taken with her was the same second that bitch realized she could manipulate you into getting her as far into our inner sanctum as she could.”

“She doesn’t even care about that stuff! Where are you getting this from?” Seth raised his voice—he was defensive over Willow’s honor but there was always the doubt there. It wasn’t because of Willow in particular but because of all of his past relationships and their inevitable connection to Fort Heaven or his father.

“See this young lady?” Simon asked, gesturing at Nichole who was trying to slow her breaths and focus on anything other than the pain.

“What about her?”

“She and Willow are long time best friends—perhaps even more than that.”

Seth glanced between her and his father. “How do you know that?”

“I put the pieces together—plus Cindy blew Willow’s cover. Nichole here has been good about not letting out any vital information but just by watching her and Willow’s faces when they’re near each other, I can tell. You see…I’m not an idiot,” Simon sighed and walked around to the other side of the table, looking down at Nichole with an almost sincere expression.

She met his eyes and, for the first time since she’d been dragged inside the building, she felt some fight build up inside of her. “You can go straight to hell.”

“We all end up in hell, sweetheart,” Simon responded with a vindictive grin. He looked back up to his son. “See, Seth, none of this ever had anything to do with you. You were just convenient. I mean…you never wondered where Willow came from? Why she was so focused on work and her image? Why she showed up at our recruitment center only days after we took Cindy and Nichole? She couldn’t be more obvious.”

“…You’re wrong.” Seth looked to the floor and closed his eyes. “Willow does care about me. She told me she loved me.”

“Was that before or after she took your phone?”

His eyes snapped to his pocket where he usually kept his cell phone safely tucked away only to find it empty. He’d definitely had it on him all morning yet it was missing now.

“Wha…?”

“She took it. And I would bet that she called police to come raid this place. Which—may I remind you—would have never happened if you weren’t so pathetically desperate for affection.”

Seth’s shoulders fell as reality weighed him down. “What do we do?”

“Leave—obviously.”

It was a difficult decision to make but he nodded.

Simon led the way out and Seth followed behind him, shutting the door and leaving Nichole in the dark. She let out a long exhale and closed her eyes, letting the built up tears flow down the sides of her face.

This was all because Evon, Yasmine, and Russet showed up to her house to talk to her mother—no—she corrected herself—this was all Fort Heaven. They ran her mother out, made her paranoid and permanently messed up. They ruined people’s lives and now her life had been added to the list.

The door opened again, letting a sliver of light come through. Nichole squinted her eyes and tried to glance over though she couldn’t exactly turn to look.

“What the hell?” the sound of Evon whispering made her heart start to race.

“Evon?!”

“Yeah,” the man said with a humorless laugh before appearing in her sights. “How do I get you off of this?”

Nichole sighed. “I don’t know if you can. Not by yourself at least…but you need to get out of here. Simon and Seth both know about Willow and I can guess things are about to get really messy.”

Evon shook his head. “I’m getting you out first.”

He disappeared but only for a second. Yasmine soon joined him while Jackson was left outside on guard duty. Between his strength and Yasmine’s they were able to lift Nichole up and slowly move her away from the table. Once she was on her feet, she stumbled backward but the other two were quick to stabilize her.

“Thank you…”

“No way we could leave you behind,” Yasmine whispered, “not after all you’ve done for us.”

***

Willow stumbled along the outskirts of the encampment with Russet leaning heavily on her. His blood loss was definitely worse than she had first thought and he was getting heavier by the moment, only jolting to full awareness every time he heard a loud noise.

“It should be really soon, okay?” Willow tried reassuring him while his eyes were open.

“Mmm yeah…where is everyone?” He’d asked a few times already and Willow was starting to worry about the condition of his brain.

“We’ll get to them in just a few seconds I’m sure.”

Just as the words left her, both of their heads snapped up when gunshots were fired. She quickly moved them closer to a building for cover and tried to see if she could spot the commotion.

A larger than normal group of prisoners started to gravitate toward the southern area and a second gunshot was fired. The people didn’t scatter like Willow would have figured and, instead, started to rush closer. Her brow furrowed as she continued to lead Russet closer.

The screams that ripped through the air weren’t of pain or agony but of anger. It hit her like a ton of bricks—the prisoners were revolting. She let a small smile creep up on her lips. There was no better time for this kind of chaos.

As they made it toward the center of the action, Willow started to look around avidly for their friends. The guards being attacked yelled out for help but she averted her gaze—finally seeing Nichole from across the clearing. She didn’t look too great but she hadn’t expected much different given the condition she’d left her in. Evon and Yasmine were on either side of her, helping her just as she was supporting Russet. Behind them was Jackson and the rioting was clearly getting to him.

Willow took herself and Russet as close to the middle as she could and the other half of the group met her. Nichole was exhausted but happy to see her best friend nonetheless. Yasmine’s eyes became clouded with tears at the condition Russet was in while Evon let go of Nichole’s side in favor of embracing the bloodied man.

His arms wrapped around his back with his heels digging into the ground to anchor both of their weights. He buried his face into the crook of Russet’s neck while the half-conscious Russet slowly embraced him back.

He hadn’t thought—for a moment after being dragged to the central building—that he’d ever get to see Evon again. The feeling of having him in his arms made his cloudy head wonder if he was really just dying and imaging the entire thing.

“I’m so glad you’re alive…” Evon sobbed—completely unable to contain himself. Yasmine placed a hand on her friend’s back, avoiding the lacerations, and gave him a comforting rub.

Willow felt the weight lift off of her chest at seeing them all together and having Nichole within her sights at the same time. All she needed was a miracle to bring the police upon the place in the next few seconds.

Another gun fired into the air but this one sounded closer. Once the shock of the loud sound left Willow, she was relieved to notice that no one had been shot.

Until she saw where Jackson had ended up.

The man, barely able to stay on his knees, was keeping a guard down on the ground and had pulled the gun from his hand. His entire right shoulder was rapidly turning a dark red color as blood gushed out of the bullet wound. That fact didn’t stop him from punching the guard in the face repeatedly before hitting him with the butt of his gun.

Yasmine had to hug onto the back of him to get him to stop. She whispered into his ear and started to rock with him as the realization started to sink in. Jackson sobbed and grabbed onto his shoulder in something between shock and horror.

His hand, covered in fresh, dark blood, suddenly became illuminated by the flashing lights of a dozen police cars and ambulances.

Willow let out a deep sigh of relief when the uniformed men and women started to exit their vehicles and rush forward and into the camp. Some started to cut open the fence while others kept their guns out and ready to shoot.

Many of the prisoners instinctively put their hands up and a couple of officers—accompanied by the team from one of the ambulances—started to bring them out and into their cars. The area cleared out fast and it didn’t take much longer before their group was being escorted out.

Jackson was immediately taken into an ambulance where Yasmine followed. The EMT encouraged all of them to ride along since they lacked room on the other trucks but Willow was only half listening.

As her friends stepped into the ambulance, her attention went back to the main building of the camp. There was no doubt that people were still in there. That Simon and Seth were still close by at least. And she had important documents and her jump drive full off undercover footage in her room.

The police would seize it for sure if she didn’t get to it and, while she trusted their judgment, she also didn’t spend the last several months collecting that footage for them to have it.

“Come on, there’s some room,” Nichole said and extended her hand out to Willow.

She looked to her best friend before slowly shaking her head. “I still have something to do.”

“What?!” Nichole shouted, “Willow!”

There wasn’t much else she could say since the woman turned and started to run back into the camp. She heard all of them calling after her—even the EMTs—but she didn’t look back.

“What is she doing…?” Yasmine asked in a whisper as she watched her disappear into the distance.

“I have no idea,” Evon answered, not looking at anyone other than Russet who had fallen asleep since the IV had been stuck into his arm.

“We’ve got to go,” The EMT closest to the doors spoke yet wore an expression of reluctance.

“We can’t wait for her?” Nichole questioned with desperation clear in her voice.

“If we don’t hurry, we could lose one of them,” she finalized with a look to Jackson and Russet.

No one looked at each other but they all had the same expression. The two men needed medical attention as soon as possible and there was nothing they could do to change that.

They had to leave Willow behind.

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Best Online High School Programs

In today's rapidly changing educational landscape, online high school programs have gained significant popularity for their flexibility, accessibility, and quality of education. Whether you're a student looking for a non-traditional learning experience or a parent seeking the best educational options for your child, online high school programs offer a wealth of opportunities. In this blog, we'll highlight some of the key points that make these programs stand out.

Flexibility and Convenience:

Best Online High School Programs allow students to learn at their own pace, providing flexibility for those with busy schedules or unique learning needs.

Students can access coursework from anywhere with an internet connection, eliminating the need for a daily commute.

Customized Learning:

Many online programs offer personalized learning plans tailored to each student's strengths, weaknesses, and interests.

This customization helps students explore their passions while receiving a well-rounded education.

Wide Range of Courses:

Best Online High School Programs typically offer a diverse catalog of courses, including advanced placement (AP), honors, and elective classes.

Students can choose from a broader selection of subjects, fostering a more comprehensive education.

Individualized Support:

These programs often provide access to experienced teachers and support staff who are available to answer questions and provide guidance.

Some platforms incorporate peer interaction through discussion boards and virtual classrooms, creating a sense of community.

College and Career Readiness:

Best Online High School Programs prepare students for their next steps, whether that be pursuing higher education or entering the workforce.

College preparatory courses, career counseling, and guidance with the college application process are common features.

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Not So Berry: Plum

Thistle Berry and her twin sister, Wisteria, might have been big surprises in the beginning, but love and laughter followed them through life. They spent a lot of time at home with their mother, Willow, enjoying family dinners and movie nights ever Sunday.

Thistle and Wisteria were best friends, loving that the shared everything. Though they both were keen that their mom was often alone even with different partners coming to stay often. The girls even helped "parent trap" their mom and dad, nudging them to spend time together since they talked highly of the other often. One could say that is was because of Thistle and Wisteria that Willow and Joaquin got married.

Not long after their parents got married, their little brother Oleander joined the family. Life wasn't too exciting until the twins entered high school. Thistle took to the books where Wisteria was more of the prankster.

Thistle met a boy online, started chatting, did some flirting, then found out he went to her school. Thankfully everything worked out well from it! Lars asked her to prom a few days later. Then just before prom, asked Thistle to be his girlfriend. Wisteria met Silvia through school and asked her to go to prom too. The four had a wonderful time at prom and breezed through school in general.

After high school, Wisteria went into being an interior designer while Thistle is working for HAMBURGERMAN as a cashier in the morning and for Streamer Co-Operative at night.

Wisteria quickly eloped with Silvia, living at home until they found out she was expecting. The two moved out with their new baby boy, Copper, shortly after he was born. Thistle was sneaky and proposed to Lars, asking her father and siblings to be part of the wedding. Unfortunately, their father, Joaquin, passed away twice. Then Wisteria suddenly died from laughter leaving Silvia and Copper behind. Loosing her twin, her best friend so suddenly hit Thistle hard. Not long after, Thistle and Lars were expecting their first child and thought it best to move out on their own. Thistle thought it best to also get serious about a career. So she quit her job at the fast food restaurant and stopped streaming to start working as a lab assistant at the local hospital. Thistle and Lars found a small home out in Copperdale, pouring everything they had saved into making it their own. The stress of everything: the pregnancy, the move, the career changes, and two family deaths caused a huge strain on Thistle and Lars' relationship. First night in the new house and there was a mishap with the oven. No one was hurt, but with how pregnant Thistle was, it rubbed her the wrong way about moving here. Was getting married worth all this?

Thistle and Lars welcomed home their first baby boy, Vermilion Berry. Then not long after, welcomed home their second son, Bronze. Vermilion was less than excited by having a sibling. Then shockingly Thistle was pregnant again with twins of her own. She gave birth to two little girls, Marigold and Zinnia. This hit Thistle hard, reminding her of her own twin whom she lost. Between the emotional turmoil and a cramped house, Thistle began questioning life choices. After another bad day at work, coming home to screaming children, and a forgotten birthday... Thistle and Lars decided to separate for now the time being. She needed to do a little soul searching.

After separating with Lars, Thistle went to stay with her closest friend Ash. Ash offered some decent advice - "Let things cool off and when the time is right, Lars will let you know. You two are perfect for each other and will find each other again." Of course Ash was right, they always were. Thistle decided she needed to find a job suiting of her. In honor of her sister and making fun of her own life, Thistle gave comedy a chance... and she excelled at it! "Guess that happened. Who knew being a doctor was the... wrong diagnosis, and comedy with dancing and being myself was the right prescription!"

On one of Thistle's off days from her new job, she had a feeling of being watched but not in an uncomfortable way. Lars was checking her out from afar at the gym. Did Ash tip him off that she'd be there? Probably. After a few awkward apologies, a few laughs, and a smile... Seems things are back on track for Lars and Thistle. She invited him over for dinner later in the week, hopefully to talk more on what would be best for them and the kids.

Thistle moved back home to continue mending things with Lars. The kids were all so happy to have mom back home, Zinnia and Bronze most of all. No offense to Lars, but Thistle had always been the better cook in the house. To celebrate Thistle being back home after rediscovering herself, she thought it was high time they got a dog. So they welcomed Shadow into the family! Thistle noticed that Shadow was getting lonely without the kids around to play with. Those long school and work days were hard. So Thistle got Shadow a new friend: Luna.

Raising four teenagers was rough, but rewarding to some. Maybe not for Thistle and Lars. All four kids were trouble leading to many detention stays and even seeing Marigold get expelled. But that somehow didn't bother Thistle and Lars. They had each other and that's all that mattered. Marigold eventually moved out and often got in trouble for stealing items, but she ended up having twins herself... Two little girls named Sweet Pea and Primrose. Thistle didn't visit as much as she would have liked, the rundown apartment made her uncomfortable. But she loved when she could see the little twins.