# Friends

What a grandfather is.   His name’s Italo, a characteristic name for a peculiar person, he’s my grandfather, and I love him. He was born in 1931 and during the world war 2 he was the youngest and skinniest of his 3 brothers and 2 sisters. His own grandmother for that reason used to smuggle ...

She is truly a blessing to her very huge family. She has lived long enough to see not only her great grandchildren but also four great-grandchildren. Raising 7 kids on her own through severe hardships alone makes her a very strong woman and God indeed has blessed her for she has lived and still is l...

A lot of times we don’t appreciate people who are there for us throughout our lives because we often feel like we deserve their kindness. We need to appreciate these people and forever show them gratitude because, well, aren’t they just heaven sent? That is why I am writing this tribute to my be...

It all began when my uncle paid a visit to our backyard.  ‘This place looks quite desolate. Why don’t you rear some animals?’ he inquired my father.  My father thought it was a good idea.  The next question was which animal to rear?  Certainly not cows or goats because they require extensi...

Bubby came to my life when I just turned 18.  It was a special gift from my dad who knew I was an animal lover.  It’s been seven years now but I remember everything about that day quite clearly.  When I first laid eyes on Bubby, I was overjoyed.  I knew in my heart that I’d love this baby pa...

They say that “blood runs thicker than water”. That family comes first. Well, I don’t agree and I wanted you both to know that you are my family; Roxy and Cynthia. You are two incredible siblings who bring so much happiness to this life! We shared so many experiences together and so much love ...

  In the loud sounds of an unknown city, a family of three is struggling to find a taxi to the nearest bus stop. The father is looking actively whereas the mother is taking care of her son and the luggage. That young boy was me. I was maybe 12 or 13 years old at that time, but aware of the tension...

Writing a tribute to my mother is very appropriate at this moment. Since the day I was born up until this very day, an inexhaustible source of affection, assistance, love and care. For more than two decades she never took a day sick. She sacrificed so much and requested nothing in return. My�...

I want to thank Fedosenko Grigory, my close friend, and colleague, who helped me to take part in the “Race of the Nation” on October 21st - the final race of this year. That was my first attempt to test myself in real competition, especially since they the event was held in the Carpathian Moun...

I was a young Kenyan girl, from the heart of Africa and had just completed high school (of course I passed with flying colors!) But there was a slight problem; there was no money for my university education. I was stressed, my parents, my teachers, village, siblings, just everyone was equally stres...