Author: Harlan Covington

My father seldom spoke the words “I love you.”Yet each morning before work, he’

Can you grieve for animals just as deeply as you do for people?Some might say, “It’

You see people’s true colors when you’re no longer useful to themthat’s when you discover

I love updating photos.Everyone immediately comes over,looks, worries…Has she gained weight?

No one can be forced to respect you.A barren tree won’t bear fruit, no matter how much you water it.

The bus was more than twenty minutes late and the cold started to bite. James left work later than usual.

James had just returned to his village after a three-week haul across the country in his lorry, and as

Imagine a place where no ones ever overlooked. Where the cleaners name is known just as well as the bosss.

The green-painted wooden bench in the square was rarely empty.Each day at five, Mrs. Elvira sat therewool

**THE SHOE RECYCLER WHO DELIVERED 15,000+ PAIRS**My name is Sia Godika.This journey began at 13 in Bengaluru, India.