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hardynwa · 2 years ago

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Train crash victim: My daughter preparing for master’s in UK before accident – Dad

Oreoluwa Aina, a National Youth Service Corps member, was one of those who died on Thursday when a Lagos State Government staff bus collided with a train in the PWD area of the state. In this interview with DAYO OYEWO, her father, Femi Aina, speaks on her daughter’s plans after the service year How did you receive the news of your daughter’s death? I was in Abuja watching the television around 9 am when I saw the incident. An hour after that, I got a call that my daughter was involved in it. That was when I knew what I saw on TV was actually happening to me. Then I immediately called my younger brother and sister in Lagos. I later received two more calls in another 10 minutes and by then, she was already in the ICU (intensive care unit). They were attending to her and at the same time calling me from there. I even heard some of the staff members praying for her. So, I rushed to the airport to get any available flight back to Lagos but when my plane was ready to take off by 4 pm, I was told that she had passed away. When was the last time you communicated with her? On Wednesday, my younger brother’s wife celebrated her birthday. She recorded the birthday and sent it to us. We all laughed at the video and the following morning (Thursday) she sent a WhatsApp message to me saying, “Daddy how was your night? Hope you slept well,” and I replied, “All is well” and there was no response after then. I even thought she did not respond because she ran out of data, not knowing that she was already involved in an accident. Were you aware that she used to board the staff bus? I know she boarded the staff bus, but not every day. If not for this cashless nonsense policy, she would not have followed that bus. But she did not have cash, so she had to follow the bus. She had just N200. They just kill people anyhow in this country. What can you tell us about Oreoluwa? Oreoluwa was very dear to me. She was a gift from God to me and that is what her name implies. She feared God and she was hard-working. I used to tell her that she took the job like she was already a staff member of the state government. She was a very nice girl with visions and ambitions. She was preparing to go to the United Kingdom for her Master’s programme after her youth service ends in May, but unfortunately, all her plans had been dashed. She happened to be the first grandchild of my parents and she stayed with my mum here in Lagos because our dad passed away last year, so she had always been with her grandmother. She was dear to everyone around including church, school and at work. Her death is a great loss. How old was she? She was 28 years and was supposed to be 29 in October this year. What about her mother? She stays in Ogun state, but her family came for her burial. She is just trying to cope. Were you checking to know her condition? Yes, we have been talking, including her family. We are just trying to cope and calm ourselves down to survive these few days and then we move ahead. Can you tell us about her education? She graduated from a primary school here in Egbe, then she proceeded to a secondary school also in this area before she went to study Pure and Applied Chemistry at Osun State University. Although, there were so many strikes while she was studying in school and I thought she would even give up on going back to school but she went through the storm. She did well and her report was always good. Even those she worked with in the ministry said the same about her and the church. She was chubby but very energetic. She was also industrious, she did so many things as a young lady and was very focused. She must have gone through some difficulties at the university. Can you tell us more about this? Yes. There was a time she had challenges with some of the courses she had to take over again. She was like, ‘Dad, this cannot be my result,’ but I encouraged her and she withstood the stress of going through the challenges. The course was for four years but she spent close to seven years in school before she finally graduated last year. That was why I said she went through hurdles. For someone who had gone through such rough paths, how did she feel after she eventually graduated and thereafter mobilised for NYSC? She was happy. When she eventually came out, I told her that she was already a success after going through all the stress. I did not know that would be the end of it all. When she started serving with the state government, we discussed and planned how she was going to get a meritorious award after her service year. I told her to serve very well so that the state could give her an award. I was expecting the meritorious award but it was a death certificate that I got (breaks down in tears). I was just too eager for her to finish. She was my first daughter. Her death is painful because I have invested so much in her. This world is cruel. A girl that was full of life when she left home was now brought back dead. Was she deployed directly to Lagos? Yes, she was deployed directly to Lagos. I have a copy of her deployment letter. She did not redeploy from any state. And she was so happy that her prayers about the posting were answered. How do you feel losing a child? The feeling can’t be described. Normally, when you hear the news that somebody is dead or people have an accident, there are personalities attached to those people. She is my daughter; I can show you some of her text messages on my phone. When I went through them again, I felt so bad. She called me names like, ��O.G, Nigga, Daddy, how far?” We have tried, we have planned and just for her to finish and then, we go from there. Did she share any of her aspirations with you? Yes, many of them. She planned to travel to the UK for her Master’s programme, and she was already into catering. She was part of a thrift society and they even called me from there yesterday to inform me about it. She was saving money to start a mobile food business. Even though she had plans to study more, she was just trying to do things. She was also into music and she recorded in the studio. We are a member of The Apostolic Church and she was a staunch member. I learnt she was even the one that led the song last Sunday. She had so many plans and she was just about to fly. It was just this youth service which is mandatory that she wanted to complete and then fly. What is your assessment of the response of the state government to the incident? Sincerely, I was impressed. When I arrived in Lagos, I went straight to LASUTH and I saw how the victims were being attended to. I saw different injuries with different segments and how they were trying to help everybody. They tried their approach to that level of emergency. They were trying to salvage whatever they could. What is your take on the driver? I am not happy with the driver at all. The driver had caused a lot of damage. I learnt they want to do a mental test for him. Let the law just take its course. I can’t say what is on my mind. What do you expect the state government to do following this incident? The governor was here yesterday and we spoke at length. The government needs to carry out a re-evaluation of our drivers, especially those who carry such a large number of people. A lot can be done to evaluate people so that we keep our lives in their hands. Possibly, the way they do for pilots, if we can value our lives like that, this thing could have been averted because my thinking is that the driver must have been doing something like that before now. This cannot be the first time. When they are doing roadworthiness, they should also do mental worthiness or whatever they can call it. We hear tankers falling on cars in this same Lagos, things that are not meant to happen normally. We can take them seriously as doctors who spend seven to ten years in school because they want to treat a human being. But we just give a driver a license to convey close to 95 people in a bus at a time and we don’t know the health or the mental state of such a person. We take them as just drivers but our lives are in their hands. So, if there is anything the governor can do to evaluate them if possible – constantly. Read the full article

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theprofessionalpromptmaker · 3 years ago

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National Attend your Grandchild’s Birthday Day & Veteran of Foreign Wars Day

Person A is an alien who is a veteran from an intergalactic war, visiting their young grandchild on Earth for the first time, since Person A hates space travel due to war related memories. Person B is the one on the long space flight next to them who gets to chatting with them and helps them relax during the flight.

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112aang · 4 years ago

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Kataang Week 2021: Day 4- Bending

Hello, my lovelies, and welcome to day 4 of Kataang Week. Today’s prompt is Bending, and I actually decided to take it a different direction than most probably would.

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You can find my ff.net page here, where the entirety of my Kataang Week submissions will be, as well as my other stories.

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Before getting married, Aang and Katara had talked endlessly about having children. Being the last airbender, he knew well the duty he had to his lost nation and to the world.

The world leaders had been pressuring him since he turned 16, the marrying age. By the age of 13, Aang knew that he wanted to marry Katara, and therefore would have children with her. During world leader meetings, the topic of rebuilding the Air Nation was often a popular one, and each leader felt it necessary to hold the duty over Aang’s head like a dark cloud.

At one particular meeting, after the airbender’s 16th birthday, Chief Arnook of the Northern Water Tribe had suggested the use of surrogates for the Avatar. He argued that with the use of multiple women, many of which being nonbenders, there would be a better chance of producing an airbending child.

Upon hearing this, Aang had jumped from his seat with anger and shot down the Chief’s proposal. His usual passive attitude had vanished, and he had to be held back by Zuko. After conveying his message, the Avatar angrily stormed out of the meeting room, using his airbending to slam the door shut behind him.

Aang hadn’t told Katara much about what the world leaders said, aside from the main points. At this point, they were only still just dating, and the airbender hadn’t planned on proposing yet. Plus, he knew that in the Water Tribes, having children out of wedlock would be begging for banishment. Katara wouldn’t have been able to visit her home, and her grandmother would never get to meet her great grandchild. This was not an option, and Aang knew it.

Over the years following the meeting, the topic had come up occasionally at the round table, but was never discussed at length.

After Aang and Katara’s wedding, however, the world leaders cautiously approached the subject of rebuilding the Air Nation to both benders.

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“Aang, Katara,” Earth King Kuei said. “Now that you have been wed, when can we expect offspring? The balance of the world depends on the restoration of the Air Nation.”

The newlywed couple looked at one another before Katara spoke.

“King Kuei, with all due respect, it really is none of your business when Aang and I have children. That goes for the rest of you as well.”

She looked around the table at the other world leaders, “we know what is expected of him, being the last airbender, but we will not have children just for the sake of rebuilding an entire nation.”

Zuko’s eyes met hers and he nodded in agreement, as did her father and King Kuei.

Chief Arnook was the only member at the table who hadn’t spoken a word, and Aang looked to him.

“Chief Arnook,” he said. “Anything you would like to say?”

The Water Tribe man glanced between the couple with an unreadable look on his face and sighed loudly.

“My proposal stands. As a married couple, you may share in having children together. But for the sake of the world, I suggest multiple surrogates to ensure the repopulation of the Air Nation.”

Katara was fuming, steam practically shooting from her ears, and Aang was no different. Before his wife could speak, he stood abruptly and pulled her to the exit.

Before leaving the meeting room, the airbender turned to the round table and gave them a look full of anguish and resentment. Katara pulled open the door and they stormed out of the room.

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Nearly a year had passed since the meeting, and Aang and Katara had just welcomed their first-born son into the world. The waterbender had given birth at the Southern Air Temple, where they had been living, and Aang couldn’t keep a smile off of his face.

The baby’s skin was a shade darker than his father’s, but not quite as pigmented as Katara’s. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, and he had grey eyes- just like Aang.

The couple smiled at the newborn, then each other.

“He’s beautiful, Katara.”

She smiled as tears slowly fell from her eyes, before tilting her head and kissing her husband softly.

“What should we name him?”

Aang thought for a moment, before coming up with the perfect name. His best and oldest friend had passed away just a year and a half prior to his son’s birth; the name was perfect.

“How about Bumi?”

Katara pondered this name for only a second, before casting her gaze upon the child in her arms. She smiled and kissed his forehead gently, before rubbing his cheek with her thumb.

“That’s a perfect name.”

The new parents shared a gentle kiss, hopeful that maybe, the world leaders would finally get off their backs.

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After Bumi’s 5th birthday, he had shown no signs of bending abilities, which the world leaders had taken note of. They had called a meeting with Aang and Katara to discuss the future of the Air Nation once again, to which the couple reluctantly attended.

“Avatar Aang,” King Kuei said. “Has your son displayed any signs of bending abilities since his most recent birthday?”

Katara looked at her husband, worry sketched on her face. Aang caught her eyes and smiled sadly, the same nervousness on his own face.

“No, King Kuei. He has not.”

The airbender watched as the Earth King and the other members whispered among themselves. His chest felt tight, and his stomach was turning in 100 different directions. From beside him, Katara placed her hand on his thigh reassuringly, and he started to calm down.

Chief Arnook was the next to speak, making both parents’ blood begin to boil.

“We have given you a chance to do this your way, but it seems as though it hasn’t worked in your favor.” He sighed, “we have decided that unless you wish to use surrogates, you and Master Katara must conceive another child within the next year; preferably an airbending child.”

The couple gave each other a knowing look before Katara placed a shaky hand on her lower abdomen. Zuko noticed this from his place across the table and raised his eyebrows.

“Aang, Katara,” he said, incredulously. “Is there something you two would like to share?”

The airbender smiled delicately and placed a hand over his wife’s on his leg.

“Actually,” he turned his head to face Katara. “We do; Katara is pregnant.”

The world leaders surrounding the round table perked up at the sound of this and clapped, bringing a slight blush to the couples’ cheeks.

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Over the years, Bumi had become saddened at the fact that he was unable to bend an element. Being the first-born son of the Avatar and a world-renowned healer and master waterbender, he felt as though he was a disgrace to his parents.

One evening, at their home on Air Temple Island, Bumi was near the water’s edge with his little sister, Kya. She had just discovered her ability to waterbend, and he was as proud as he could be of her. He would often take her down to the water when their parents were busy and watch her play with her element. Their Uncle Sokka had carved a boomerang just for him, and he would throw it around for Kya to watch.

As the two siblings sat in the sand, the youngest was moving her hand in circles, creating a small whirlpool in the water. Bumi watched with slight jealousy and wondered if his parents thought he was a disgrace- a burden on their shoulders.

Aang and Katara hadn’t spoken to Bumi about bending in months, and he had begun to worry that they were ashamed of him. As the son of the Avatar, he should have been able to bend something. But alas, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t.

Bumi pulled his knees to his chest and sighed. Him and Kya had been on the beach for an hour or so and the sun was beginning to set. He stood from the ground slowly and walked over to his sister, placing a hand on her shoulder softly.

Before he could speak, to tell her to follow him inside, he felt a large hand on his own shoulder. Bumi turned his head to see his father smiling down at him.

“Kya, honey,” his father said. “Why don’t you head inside? Your mother is almost finished with dinner.”

His daughter smiled and nodded, before running up the path towards their home. Bumi started to turn in the same direction that his sister had gone, but Aang stopped him.

“Bumi, can we talk?”

The boy nodded and Aang led him closer to the water. He turned so that he was face to face with his son and smiled.

“Is there something wrong, dad?”

Bumi looked confused, as his father hadn’t had a small chat with him in a while. Aang would try to do things with his son as often as he could, but lately he had been pulled away for meetings more than he would have liked.

He smiled down at his son before crouching down to his level.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. We haven’t talked in a while, just you and me.”

Bumi was almost 12 and was quite smart for his young age. He took after Aang with his honesty, and didn’t hide anything from his parents.

The boy looked into his father’s eyes woefully and sighed.

“Actually, dad,” he began, turning his face away. “I was wondering… Do you think I will ever be able to bend?”

Aang tilted his head slightly at his son’s question, “I’m not entirely sure, Bumi. Why do you ask?”

“I hear you and mom talking sometimes. I know that the other leaders are upset that I can’t bend and… I don’t want to let you down.”

His eyes gathered with tears and Aang wiped them away, placing both hands on his son’s shoulders.

His father looked him in the eyes and said firmly, “Bumi, it doesn’t matter whether you can bend all four elements or none at all. Your mother and I love you with everything that we are, and we wouldn’t change anything about you.”

“I am so proud of everything you have accomplished so far, and it has all been without bending. You are perfect just the way you are.

Bumi’s eyes met his father’s and they smiled at each other.

“Thanks, dad.”

Aang pulled his son into a hug and held him tightly, “I love you, son. Don’t ever think that you aren’t good enough, and never let anyone tell you that you aren’t, either.”

Bumi smiled into his father’s neck and cried, thankful that his family loved him, despite not being able to bend an element.

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Next up is Hurt/Comfort.

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naturaldisasterfanfiction · 4 years ago

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I stayed a few more days in Barbados before I rushed back to London, I needed to recuperate my thoughts still. I needed some peace and downtime, Barbados is the place for that, some inner peace before I throw myself into work and get my life in order before I can’t step outside. I feel sick, I am saying feel when I was sick twice on the jet, I don’t feel good at all but I need to gather myself before landing because I have a meeting to attend to as soon as I land in London. I am feeling a little better, more positive as I learn to accept my situation and learn the fact I will be a mother, I don’t have long. I keep saying this but because I haven’t prepared my work schedule is long and now I have to shorten that, I just want to be on my last months and be relaxing, I just can’t believe I am going to be a mother, I will be someone’s mother, will my child be proud of me. Will they love me, will they think their mother is the best, can I be the best mother, can I be like my own mother. Nothing else matters, like everyone’s opinion of me does not matter if my child doesn’t think I am good, I am shocking myself for feeling this way when I called it a mistake but it’s really making me have these types of feelings. I just can’t believe I am pregnant, I am more than overwhelmed but I hate that I have to somehow tell the world about it, like I would want to keep this a secret forever but then I want to show that my baby is not a mistake either. I have to really get my head in gear, my mom is with me like a bodyguard which I don’t mind at all, she is the best “you know what, everything is going to be ok. Cardi B is a step mother to three other kids, offset had I think like three others, so it’s ok you know. Everything will be fine” dragging my eyes away from the jet window and at Jen “sorry, what are you insinuating?” staring at Jen, what is she talking about “that this set out is ok” staring at her in confusion “are you working or thinking of me? Are you trying to say Chris and I are together now?” Jen laughed “well, I don’t know but I am trying to make you feel better bitch” Jen is a whole trip, acting like I am getting with him “I am nobodies step mother thank you, girl. What is even on your mind Jen!” I shouted at her.

My shouting woke my mom up, she fell asleep “oops” ducking my head down “if Mel were here she would agree to disagree, Debbie. I said nothing wrong” I wish the bitch was here, Mel stayed behind to stay with her family for a while which I don’t mind but I miss her already, she will join me soon on this trip “I am not going to be with him even though I was sad, I am not going to get the whole baby daddy thing. The whole loving thing, I am just going to be on this journey on my own, but I think Chris I are pretty set on our way. When speaking to him it was weird because all he did was stare at me with puppy dog eyes and he did what I said but he has so much mess, so I think with us it will be about the baby if Chris learns to listen so you wrong. I am not a step mother” I pointed at both Debbie and Jen “right, let’s skip a year. Coming up it will be baby big head first birthday party. This is just a scenario, the party is happening, and Chris asks can his daughter and son come, which are half of your child. They will be siblings, even though I have a feeling you both will be disagreeing a lot. What are you going to do, things like this will come up?” Debbie is right, this will come up so how would I even handle that “it’s hard, I know how people dislike him in my camp. Not you guys but there is still some that don’t like him. I wouldn’t want his mom involved either way, the Joyce I see is not what I remember, she is very controlling in terms of I will have the kids but she is not telling him you had sex, you had the kids so you deal with it. She seems to like I don’t know; I am just looking outside in; she just accepts his behaviour this is why he doesn’t learn. She can visit like any grandma and that is it. I wouldn’t shut everyone out, but I need to control my setting” I am just talking right now “you are confused aren’t you? Didn’t think of that one did you” shaking my head “I say, if Chris is playing ball. He is being the best baby daddy; he is active, and all is well. Let the siblings meet with you there unless it’s going to be baby passing?” furrowing my eyebrows “huh?” Jen be coming out with words “like you give him weekends and then he passes it back?” I scoffed “no way, I will not do that. That is my baby!” I spat “if Chris and I work out how I hope then I will not be silly, I will let them see the baby and I will try and allow it. I like my life controlled, like now. How nobody knows things, letting Chris in can just create a gap where people can see in, we will see” there is so much to think about and do.

Jen and Debbie has put scenarios to me and I need it, I think I need to be aware and think of what is around “ok, I have come up with another one” Debbie clicked her fingers across from me in the car going to the apartment “what are you girls doing?” my mom asked confused “we are putting scenarios to Robyn to see how she will react, she is failing Monica” putting a finger up at Jen, she is annoying “ok, the child is three and Chris wants the child to spend Christmas with him?” I groaned out “no” I said straight up “you need to go to court bitch” Jen spat, and I just screamed out laughing “take your ass to court, you are playing now. I know you just being childish” she pointed at me saying as I laughed “you girls need to take it more seriously now; this could all be true. And you, you need to know you may need to give and take, give my grandchild the stable life” here comes the fun police, my mom is not playing “I know, we are just joking” smirking at Jen, she is stupid that girl “what are you going to say to Roc Nation? That you knocked up now so peace?” nodding my head, that is a good thing “pretty much, see you when I see you but it’s there. I love music and I would go back to it and someone asks for a feature I’m there, period. It’s going to be about me and my baby, it has to be. But the answers I am saying now will change, I just need to put things in perspective and just get on with it. I will need you girls to slap me and tell me to sit when I am doing too much because I am going to be working so hard, I need too” that is my priority right now, my empire needs to be ok before I can just leave it to the side “Fenty baby clothes” Jen said pointing at me “girl no, let’s not do this, I have enough on my plate!” I don’t need more even though it is a great idea.

That reminds me I need to make a doctor’s appointment, walking into my apartment “seriously, the mess? Rorrey, come on” they use my apartment and just make it a mess, stopping abruptly and turning around “Jen, can you make me an appointment. The Portland Hospital, it’s the most private and the best. I did my research, the queens here have it there. Make sure it’s on the low, you know” Jen nodded her head “I will get on it, I am like so excited for you. I am more excited then I was for my own kids” Jen is cute “woah, mom is here? What is the event” Rorrey said behind me “the event is seeing the mess you made of my place, not heard of trying to clean” Rorrey gave me a hug “I didn’t know when you would be back, I would have cleaned of course” I guess so “did you get the memo then bitch?” Ja rolled his eyes “I got the memo and then came back around, what is it you want to tell moi? You ditched the meeting for the clothing?” hugging Ja “mhmm, I have some news. Rorrey, mom. Sit your bitch ass down then” pushing at Ja “I could be in France right now, the schedule is so off now” he huffed out as he sat down on the couch “we will catch up, this was important and I had to go. Thank you for filling the place for me, I know you had to guess what I would like and so on, so thank you” Ja held his wine glass up “you are my queen” watching Rorrey sit down, Rorrey is very much more over protective of me then Rajad, he acts like he is my older brother because he feels he needs too, I am a little nervous to tell him such a thing, Rajad was easy to tell because he barely cares.

My mom is here so I have my bodyguard, she will be here taking up for me on the corner. I am feeling it now “so bitch, what the hell?” Ja said, Rorrey is making me nervous “erm, so I have some news for you both. This is something that has to be kept in house but of course, I trust you all. My circle, so yes. I flew to Barbados, unexpected of me. I fainted after the meeting with Seth for the Clara foundation, which is not like me at all. Melissa pushed me to get checked out, I did” clasping my hands together “the doctor took my blood and he came back, he told me that I am pregnant” Rorrey’ reaction is totally different “you said about a donor but I thought you was joking? What do you mean pregnant? Out of thin air?” licking my top lip, this is not the tip of it and he’s kicking off now “chile, you really having a baby? Oh my god. Well a congratulations are in order!” Rorrey put his hand up at Ja “when people have sex things like that can happen? It’s not a secret” Ja needs to shut up “I am talking to my sister” Rorrey said unamused by it all “you need to remember she is older than you, so you better show some respect. She has a father” my mom said to him “I am asking a question, so why now? How is that even logical. You hanging with Drake, so you’re his second baby mother? Come on now, I didn’t even like Hassan because you were going to end up being one of his six wives. Why can’t you just behave. So, you fucking with Drake again? You admitted to the world you don’t like him but having sex with him, how foolish is that. I just want better for you. You deserve it” looking at my mom “I am pregnant and that is all you need to know” this is what I need to get used too because the Chris part is going to cause a breakdown “so the baby has no father? You know how much I hated not having a father around?” I groaned out “Rorrey, you’re getting on my fucking nerves! Support me!” I shouted “I always do! I am always supporting you and your lifestyle, I just want you to find a man and settle, now you are pregnant by who? Drake, that is why you are shying away from it, ashamed to be his second baby mother” Ja is looking in horror, he has worked it out. Ja is not stupid at all, he knows already “I love you Robyn, just wanted better for you” this puts me in a dilemma to tell him, but he will eventually find out “I know the father” I said, looking at Ja and he is laughing which is annoying.

“Chile” overhearing Ja “you the fucking dad? What is funny?” Rorrey said, Ja pulled a face at him “who is it then? Am I right? I’m over it now” he waved me off “Chris is the father” Rorrey is still waving me off before rubbing his face “I mean come on Rorrey, we were all at that party” I might as well tell him the truth, it’s going to come out “Chris Brown, wow. You just continue to improve, you know what. Ja is right, I mean come on. I was there, I saw it all. I saw the happiness on your face, the enjoyment. You were feeling yourself with him, I was stupid to not think that. Fuck me Robyn” he got up from the couch, Ja held up three fingers at me “fuck you” turning to Rorrey “he doesn’t know and for now that is all it will be, until I can work out things. I was going to get rid of it, I myself had a meltdown and then I found out that possibly my baby has a heartbeat and I can’t do it, no matter who the dad is, that is my baby. It was one night, it happened and now I got a blessing. Like mom said, no I haven’t thought of what other’s reaction will be because I want just my family to know” Rorrey nodded his head, he is not impressed “you’re just like the gift that just keeps on giving, from sperm donor, to Chris Brown that gives his sperm out like it’s water” Rorrey put his hands up “the donor doesn’t sound so bad after all but” he paused “you’re my sister and I will be here for you, and the baby” that is all I wanted to hear “we need to support Robyn in this, if we can’t uplift her then who will” my mom said “I guess it’s congratulations, I am happy for you” Rorrey walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me “just no man is good enough for you, you deserve the world Robyn and this baby will be loved, uncle got it” I chuckled, Rorrey doesn’t deem many men good enough for me.

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dancingingold · 4 years ago

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ty’s story

When I think of a testimony, I don’t believe it is this one-time, big world-changing-moment, and then it ends there. No, it continues on and has stories added to it as your life continues. My own testimony continues to grow with each day. I have a whole part of my story before I met Tyler, I added to it when he became a part of my life, and I have told that story. Now, I have Ty, and he has already added to it as well. But this story is for his own testimony that he will one day tell. His testimony started before he was born. (This prayer I prayed over him as soon as I knew he existed - Psalm 139:13-16). I want him to be able to tell that part that happened before I even knew his name. Now I am writing it down so I won’t forget one single detail, and he will be able to share it.

Going back to July of 2020, right in the midst of the chaos this world was in... I was in New Orleans, celebrating my little brother Michael’s birthday with our family. We were finally able to take a little trip since COVID had begun. Tyler, dad, and Trace had to head back home for work that Monday, but Mom, Maggie, and I stayed an extra night at our AirBnb. This was about 2 weeks before I found out that I was pregnant. I couldn’t go to sleep that night for some reason. I just FELT different. I knew something about me was different. I sat up in bed that night and had the literal thought, “I am pregnant right now, and it is a boy.” I just knew it. Just in case anyone questions this, I did tell several of my friends who asked what I thought baby Sully was going to be. I shared this story with many people way before Ty was born, because I knew it was God that told me.

So fast-forward to two Fridays later. We had just had our first day of school I think - August 7th. I was on my way home from MRA. I bought a test to take when I got home. I didn’t tell Tyler - I wanted to surprise him because I just KNEW it was going to say positive. I prayed on the way home, my heart racing. I was just praying that whatever happened, God’s hand was in it, that I trusted Him, and that this child’s life was already his whenever he decided to bless me with him. I had this completely random thought while praying. I knew it was God, because I had no idea why I thought of this. But I remembered this random part of a story in the Bible. I couldn’t remember a lot of the details, but I did remember the father of the child couldn’t speak. An angel had come to him, and the angel closed his mouth so no words could come out until the child got there. I remember the exact location I was in when I thought of this - I was getting off 55 onto the Adkins-Beasley exit.

Of course, I immediately had to look up the story -- it was the story of Zechariah and his wife, Elizabeth. They were old and had followed God’s laws, but they were still missing a child. They thought they were too old to have a child. One day while he was praying in the temple by himself, there was a bright light and by the fire, an angel appeared. The angel told him his wife Elizabeth was going to have a child, that the child would be a boy, and that this child would be filled with the Holy Spirit and many lives would change because of him. The angel also told him to name him John. Zechariah doubted him and told them they were too old (which I mean, who can blame him? We all sometimes forget the power of Christ.) Then the angel is basically like, well here’s your proof - you won’t speak until he is born. Well, of course, as we all know, Elizabeth did become pregnant and have a child - a boy! Elizabeth was actually the one who wanted to name him John. Others thought they should name him after Zechariah since people named their firstborn son after the father. But Zechariah agreed as he got his voice back - his name would be John, later known as being John the Baptist who baptized Jesus and changed many lives…. So my word from God at that point was that I would have a great responsibility in raising this boy (who was still not confirmed to be a boy at this time - I didn’t even know for sure if i was pregnant yet!) and that this boy would be filled with Spirit and make a difference in His kingdom, just like John the Baptist.

All this happens before I’m even parked in our driveway (sorry Mom, was reading Bible stories in the car while driving). I get inside and immediately take my test. Negative, it said. “Seriously, God? Why would you give me that whole vision for me to get my hopes up?” are my thoughts. I had a few minutes to just take it in and doubt started creeping in already. I just couldn’t understand why He would do all this and then the test be negative. I go home to Yazoo to spend the weekend with my best friend, Anna Rose. We had a great weekend, and I finally had accepted the fact that I was not pregnant. I raced home on Sunday to make it to Fondren Church with Tyler was caught in 45 minutes of standstill traffic because of a wreck. I didn’t make it in time to get to church, but Tyler did go so I was home by myself at this point. He texted me about going to golf with his friend Hunter, which was great with me. I thought I might have a beer while we are out there, so juuuust in case, I wanted to take another pregnancy test before we head out. I expected it to be negative so I didn’t tell Tyler but just for peace of mind, I took it. And it was positive. OKAY GOD, I’M SORRY. I SEE YOU.

Throughout my pregnancy, we didn’t know much about that baby that was growing every day. We decided not to find out what we were having. Well, I decided and Tyler was forced to jump on with that decision, lol. We also never could get a good, clear image of his face because his hands were always by his face in the sonograms or his foot faced the camera. But, Ty was already a blessing. He was the first grandchild and great-grandchild on Tyler’s side of the family as well as the first grandchild on mine. My mom has lost all of her immediate family members - her dad, mom, and her sister. To finally have an addition of joy brought a healing of sorts for her. For the most part, during my pregnancy, I was very calm, not stressed, and trusting of God. But then, after the due date came and went, I started to have anxiety. I kept thinking, what if something happens to my baby after this due date and if I would have just gone ahead and induced, I could have avoided it all. So the day after he was due (April 18th), I wasn’t feeling him move as much. We went in to the ER to have everything checked. I had started having very small contractions, but baby was okay. I could actually sleep that night. The following night, baby was moving so much (constant moving for 2 hours) that I had a meltdown that he was caught up in the umbilical cord. I called the nurse several times that night to be sure my baby was okay. She assured me that lots of movement was okay. I just had to pray through that night. So, the following night was a Tuesday. I told Tyler I really wanted to go to our Jesus group that night. I didn’t need to sit around the house to worry and fret. I needed some Jesus time. And Jesus showed up again major that night, the night unbeknownst to us, the last one before our angel came. And there was a reason he held on one more night to make his little grand appearance.

A little background on this Bible study - it isn’t necessarily a “study” per se. It is more of a get-together for believers to share their testimonies, what God is currently doing in their lives, a time of song and worship, of sharing verses and prayers that God has put on your heart, and lots and lots of prayers - individual prayers, prayers over others in the group or their current situations, prayers in groups of 2 or the entire 20ish people there. It is simply a time to spend with the Lord, there is no set time. It starts around 7, but can come and go. There is no need to stay until the end, and no one cares if you come in at 7:45, so it is not your typical prayer group. The group probably has 70 people, but there may be 10-25 people who attend each Tuesday. It is a group that has made a distinct impact on Tyler’s life, and he is the one who introduced it to me. It has been nothing short of a blessing.

So, back to Ty’s story. We decided to come this night, despite this baby being due any second now, because I knew I needed God at this time of fret and worry. And He showed up. That night, this group prayed over me, Tyler, and this baby. It wasn’t the first time they had prayed over us, but it was the first time they delivered these specific messages to us. As each of our friends prayed, God spoke through them for plans He had in Ty’s life. As I cried listening to each of these prophecies, I had such peace in knowing that this child would be okay, because God indeed had big plans for him or her. Here are their words…

“He hears the voice of the Shepherd. He will know and follow it. Even now he knows the voice of God.”

“He is aware and surrounded by His presence.”

“His identity and purpose is in Him.”

“This baby will recognize the presence of the Holy Spirit.”

“This child will teach us (Tyler and me) a new level of love, discernment, his life message.”

“The words that Jesus has spoken tonight are true.” “Jesus has given you all that you need. You (the parents) are modeling what it is to seek the Lord.”

“Never forget the power of words. Actions are powerful, but don’t forget also the power of words.”

“Seek, ask, and knock.”

“Visions and dreams will be given to this baby.”

“He will, too, seek for himself.”

“How beautiful are the feet of those who bring the Good News. Where those feet might go and what those feet might do…”

“May this child come to Jesus early and carry no baggage. May this child have no memory of when he did not know Jesus.”

“Jesus’ hand is on his life.”

“He will be a disciple to the nations, a leader, a speaker, a diplomat.”

All of these words were spoken and claimed over Ty before we knew he was Ty. And if that wasn’t enough from Jesus, I had one friend from this group, Bethany, come up to talk to me before we left that night. She asked me about getting induced the next night. I told her yes, we were supposed to be induced. She said, “Well, do you want to be induced?” I told her that I had really wanted the baby to come on his or her own time, honestly. I would much rather him come on his own time than be induced. She then asked if she could pray that over me. I was like, “Sure, go for it!” So she placed her hands on my stomach and prayed a very quick, simple prayer asking God for the baby to come on his own and not have to be medically induced. Lo and behold, the next day at 2:00, 6 hours before I was supposed to go in to be induced, I started having contractions on my own. The night before, I told Shawn Dean, who was hosting that night, that I truly think the baby was waiting so that we could hear these prayers God wanted us to hear first before he decided to come. Seems to be the case.

The next day, after I left the gym, the contractions started coming (shoutout to burpee box jump-overs!) I called the hospital, and they told me to come in. I was SO excited to finally be able to meet this baby. Finally, after 9 long, long months plus an extra 5 days. It was only the labor and delivery between me and my little angel to finally meet. Well, lemme just say, the labor wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t simple. To me, it was yet another piece of proof of children being miracles. The contractions were the worst pain I had ever felt in my life (and I have a pretty high pain tolerance). They are beyond what I can explain. I just remember the time between them, I would be so extremely thankful to just feel normal. I had to grip the hospital bed just to have something to take my pain out on. Tyler was in tears just watching me, because he knew the pain was beyond anything I had experienced, and he couldn’t stand it. (And look, any woman who gives birth a child, you are a superstar.) Also, the worst of these contractions lasted for THREE HOURS. After the epidural blessedly comes (I wanted to tackle-hug the anesthesiologist!), I spiked a 103 fever, which means the baby also spiked a fever. There were decelerations in the heart rate of the baby. Tyler knows way too much about things that can go wrong and lots of things were going wrong, so he looked like death frozen over every time I looked at him. I had to have antibiotics for the infection and fever going on, penicillin for the Group B Strep that my body had, and when Ty came out, the umbilical cord was wrapped 3 times around his neck. To say this child is a miracle from all of this happening and still being able to survive a regular birth without a c-section is a true understatement. He is a gift from God, and I will never take that for granted.

I wrote this story mostly to share with Ty,, so that he can read this one day and know fully that God is completely in love with him and wants the best for him, that he was prayed over so much before he was ever born, and that he has big things ahead of him always. But I also wanted to share his story as proof of God’s power and love over his children, that no person is a mistake, and that he cares for each person reading this as much as he cares for this angel baby of ours. God is so faithful. May Ty’s story continue on as he grows each day. Lord, thank you.

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holidaysuggestions · 7 years ago

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Today is National Attend Your Grandchild’s Birthday Day! This seems odd to me, because only birthdays that are today will apply to this, and that’s sad

#holiday #suggestion #29-September #2017

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swedishroyallove · 7 years ago

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Chapter 41

Rio de Janiero, Brazil: August 5, 2016:

Isak and Lucy sat in the Maracanã Stadium alongside Crown Princess Mary and Crown Prince Frederik for the opening ceremony. Lucy had a pin on her jacket that had both the Swedish and American flags intertwined. She clapped and cheered when the Swedish team entered the arena. Her American pride came out when the United State team came out, though, as Mary’s Australian pride came out when the Australian team came into the arena.

Isak and Lucy stayed for several days to watch the Games alongside the King and Queen. If no one from Sweden was competing in the competition, Lucy was wearing her USA jacket. Likewise, if no Americans were in the competition, she wore her Sweden jacket. If Swedish athletes were competing alongside the Americans, she wore a mixture.

Lucy made sure to get a seat in the aquatic center to see Michael Phelps swim in person. Even Isak, the King and Queen were cheering for him. The King called him “the best swimmer of our time.” The Queen said she was happy to see history made in person.

Sweden did not make it to the finals in women’s gymnastics, so Lucy went along to cheer on the US team on August 9. She was extremely proud to see the US Women’s Team win team gold for the second Olympics in a row. She made sure to go down and personally congratulate the ladies after their win. A member of the media joked that Lucy was more excited to meet them, even though all five ladies were excited to meet a princess in person. She happily posed for selfies and even posted one image on her Instagram congratulating the team.

Royal Mews: November 8, 2016:

Lucy was glued to a live feed on her computer late into the night. The political science nerd in her had to stay up to know who was elected. Isak kept trying to get her to come to bed, telling her she needed to rest.

“No, I’m staying up. Literally, this is close, and by my calculations, this is going to be an upset. Trump has it,” Lucy says.

“But not even Wisconsin is in yet, Florida or Pennsylvania,” Isak says.

“I’m watching votes trickle in, in both Wisconsin and Florida. He’s a good amount ahead in both and the big Democrat counties have already been counted. My cousin in Philly texted me and said local news there have already called the state for Trump. It’s the national news who is waiting to be 100%.”

“No way. Hillary has had this in the bag. Chris said that just last week.”

“Isak, I love Chris. He’s my brother-in-law, but he’s wrong. She’s had this lost for the past few weeks. He’s looking at it from the typical view. I’m looking and analyzing this as a political scientist. The signs have been there. I think everyone has just been in denial.”

“Are you ever going to tell me who you voted for?”

“I wrote in Marco Rubio. I wasn’t voting for Hillary, and I wasn’t voting for Trump. I don’t like either. It was so weird though having to mail it in. It took away the whole going to the polls and pushing the button feeling that I love.”

“I love how you get excited for voting,” Isak says as he rolls his eyes.

“Uh, you knew that when you married me. Elections are like the Super Bowl to me,” Lucy responds.

Isak shakes his head and gives his wife a kiss before going to bed. He knew she would be up all night, and the world was going to wake up to a terrible shock that only she believed would happen in the entire Swedish Royal Family.

Drottningholm Palace: December 13, 2016:

The photographer says smile as Isak and Lucy pose by a fireplace. They couldn’t wait to share the news the next day. They take another photo with Lucy’s dogs before Estelle (holding Oscar), Leonore, and Nicolas run in; Sofia follows closely behind carrying Alexander. Each wore matching shirts for a photo that Lucy and Isak wanted privately to hang in their home at the Royal Mews.

The five cousins sit on the couch to where their shirts can be seen. They each wear pink shirts that say, “I’m going to be a big cousin.” Of course, the family knows that Lucy is carrying a girl, and they have been privately planning the nursery ever since they found out she was pregnant.

Madeleine and Victoria were the most excited with Sofia not far behind. They all three started helping Lucy plan the nursery. When Isak tried to intervene, Carl Philip pulled him away, “Don’t.”

“What? Why? I want to help with my daughter’s nursery,” Isak replies.

“Isak, for your own safety...stay out. Lucy has pregnancy hormones, Madeleine and Victoria already are experts with two children and Sofia literally just went through this earlier this year, as did Victoria. Let them be if you want to live,” Daniel says.

“But!”

Carl Philip glares at his brother, “Go ahead and try it. You’ll regret it. Only help if asked.”

Isak rolls his eyes, “Fine. So what do we do while they plan?”

Chris answers, “Drink,” as he puts his arm around Isak’s shoulder.

The next morning at 8am, the Royal Court sends out a press release with the photo of Prince Isak and Princess Lucy with their dogs that says:

Prince Isak and Princess Lucy have the great pleasure to announce that they are expecting their first child.

Princess Lucy is doing well and his birth is expected in May 2017.

During the winter and spring of 2017, no major changes are expected in the Princess's program.

Lucy had taken Madeleine’s advice and created an official Facebook. She went one step further to have an official Twitter and Instagram to keep the public updated on the Royal Family and her activities, as well as insights into their life.

She had an engagement that day to visit the ALS Clinic at Umeå University; the ALS Association had been the first patronage she took up. She had hidden her pregnancy well for the first four months, but now she was happy to be able to show off her small bump. She wore black pants, black Jimmy Choo heels and a red sweater under her Burberry coat. She was visiting the clinic to attend a Christmas party for the patients with ALS. She was also wearing her mother’s small Christmas wreath brooch in her memory.

She posted about the Christmas event on her social media saying, “I had a wonderful day spending time and celebrating Christmas with the patients here at the ALS Clinic at Umeå University. They are such inspirations and great work is being done with research. One day, we will find a cure! Thank you to everyone for a wonderful day.”

She was overwhelmed with messages of congratulations from people from all over the world about her pregnancy. She was just so happy to finally share the news. She had suffered some bad morning sickness for the first three months, but she was thankful it was nothing like what the Duchess of Cambridge had suffered. Luckily, she was able to keep it hidden and continue her engagements.

This engagement was the last official one until after the Christmas and New Year holiday which they would be spending in Tennessee with her family to be close to her father and brother on the first Christmas without Ann. Isak and Lucy flew out just four days later after the Palace Christmas lunch for the staff and family at Stockholm Palace.

They arrived early in the morning in Knoxville on December 19. Will suffered a season ending injury to his shoulder in October so he was home to pick them up.

They spent the next few days celebrating Ann’s memory. Thomas remarked that the birth of their first grandchild would be an even more welcomed edition as it would be another piece of Ann, “Mimi”, the name Ann always said she wanted to be called when she became a grandmother.

Late on December 23, Silvia’s birthday, Carl Gustaf called Isak to tell him that his mother had been taken to the hospital after collapsing at the Christmas concert. She was going to be kept overnight, and Madeleine was with her. When Isak told Lucy, Lucy almost collapsed herself hearing it, “No, no, no. She has to be ok. This has to be just exhaustion right? Right?”

Isak, obviously extremely worried but recognizing the fear Lucy had for him after losing her mother, told her he was sure it would all be fine. Madeleine was due to call the next day - Christmas Eve with an update. Hopefully, Silvia would be going home to Drottningholm Palace by Christmas Day.

#swedishroyallove #royal fanfic #royalfanficcollection #royalfanficcentral

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elizabethcariasa · 4 years ago

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Father's Day child tax credit tip, along with other tax breaks for all parents

There are an estimated 72 million fathers in the United States, according to the U.S. Census Bureau 's latest complete data, which is for 2014.

Last year, say the country's official statisticians, around 24 million of these men were in married relationships where they and their spouses were raising children younger than age 18.

Another 2 million men in 2019 were single fathers. On Father's Day 2020, these men doing the critical child care job alone earn this week's By the Numbers honors.

First dad's day for single pop: That last figure also is notable not just because of recognition by the ol' blog or because it's hard to be a single parent, but also because it was a single dad who was the catalyst for the annual Father's Day that we are celebrating today.

More than a century ago, Sonora Dodd of Spokane, Washington, came up with the idea of a special day to honor her father, William Smart.

Smart was a widower raising six children alone on his farm after the death of his wife. This was uncommon at that time, as many widowers placed their children in the care of others or quickly remarried.

Dodd pushed to see her father's commitment to his children recognized and June 19, 1910, was chosen for the first Father's Day. This day to celebrate dads has been an official annual one since 1972, when President Richard Nixon signed the public law that made it permanent.

Giving dad his due: Over the years, the roles of dads have changed, dramatically in many cases. We've gone from the era when a father was just the breadwinner, gone most of the day and leaving child rearing mostly to mom, to a time when fathers are more actively involved in their children's lives.

This changing role of fathers has introduced new challenges as dads juggle the competing demands, detailed in a Pew Research Center analysis, of family and work. Graphic inserted to left

Regardless of which fathering style you've chosen or your familial status, I hope all the dads and their children share a wonderful Father's Day. It might be a bit more difficult this year due to COVID-19 restrictions across the country and personal financial and physical considerations.

Still, enjoy each other's company, in real life or virtual. And be patient with each other now and when the coronavirus allows for more interactions.

Mostly love each other and tell each other that you do. Often. That's an option that current conditions have made us all too aware could change in a moment.

Dads and taxes, too: When things do get back to whatever will be normal, remember that being a parent also provides some tax breaks.

The most popular and easiest to claim is the Child Tax Credit (CTC).

Under the Tax Cuts and Jobs Act (TCJA) provisions in effect through 2025, the child tax credit could get eligible parents a maximum credit of $2,000 per qualifying child. A qualifying child is one who, among other things, is younger than age 17.

Since it's a tax credit, it's a dollar-for-dollar reduction of any tax you owe . Even better, up to $1,400 of the CTC can be refundable, meaning that if you don't owe any taxes, the excess comes back to you as a refund.

In addition, the TCJA bumped up the income threshold at which the CTC begins to phase out to $200,000 or $400,000 if married filing jointly. This income increase means that more families qualify for the larger credit.

Qualifying child requirements: The key to claiming the CTC is, obviously, having a qualifying child.

The TCJA added a new requirement to meet this designation. The tax reform law demands that the child must have a Social Security Number (SSN) issued by the Social Security Administration before the due date (including extensions) of the tax return on which the CTC will be claimed. A child with an ITIN or ATIN can’t be claimed for either credit.

In addition to obtaining an SSN, the child must also meet all of these other conditions:

The child must be, as noted earlier, younger than age 17 at the end of the tax year.

The child is your son, daughter, stepchild, eligible foster child, brother, sister, stepbrother, stepsister, half-brother, half-sister or a descendant of any of them (for example, your grandchild, niece, or nephew).

The child did not provide over half of his or her own support for the tax year in which he or she is claimed.

The child lived with you for more than half of the tax year. There are exceptions to time lived with you, noted a few paragraphs later.

The child is claimed as a dependent on your return.

The child does not file a joint return for the year or files it only to claim a refund of withheld income tax or estimated tax paid.

The child was a U.S. citizen, U.S. national or U.S. resident alien.

Adoptions count: If your child joined your family via an adoption, that's fine as far as the CTC is concerned.

An adopted child is always treated as your own child. An adopted child also includes a child lawfully placed with you for legal adoption.

Living with you exceptions: While Census data shows most children are part of traditional families, there are exceptions. The Internal Revenue Service realizes this, too.

When it come to the time lived with you CTC requirement, temporary absences are taken into account.

These include special circumstances, such as school attendance, vacation, business, medical care, military service or detention in a juvenile facility. In all of these cases, the time in which you were temporarily apart still counts as time the child lived with you.

More tragic circumstances also are considered. When a child has passed away, tax law says the child is considered to have lived with you for more than half of the tax year if the youngster was born or died during the tax year and your home was this child's home for more than half the time he or she was alive.

There also are exceptions for kidnapped children . While it's not high on their concerns, parents of a missing child generally can, under certain conditions, still consider the child as a dependent and take the child tax credit.

More tax breaks for dads (and moms): While the tax help of the CTC is a valuable tax code gift at filing time, right now pop probably will find a little free time to relax a more welcome Father's Day present.

"There should be a children's song: 'If you're happy and you know it, keep it to yourself and let your dad sleep .'" — Comedian and father of five Jim Gaffigan Image via GIPHY

Once you wake up from your Father's Day nap, which might be like the one above a brief break, you can check out the following many other child-related tax benefits that Uncle Sam offers all parents:

Babies' birthdays determine tax year tax breaks

The EITC: a valuable tax-saving option that's often overlooked

Tax breaks can help pay many college costs

5 tax breaks to help offset child-rearing costs

How to get the $500 tax credit for other dependents

Tax help to take care of aging (and injury prone) parents

5 tests a child must meet to be claimed as a tax dependent

Adoption tax credit, other family-related 2020 inflation amounts