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“But that left a question then: who is my other daughter, and where is she?”

The Other Daughter I am my mother's fourth child. I have an older sister, a second brother, and a sister, making me the third daughter and fourth son of five. Imagen de ANDRI TEGAR MAHARDIKA en Pixabay

In the Igbo tribe of Nigeria, the first daughter is always addressed as “Ada” and in some cases there are suffixes added after the name Ade, for example, Adaeze, Adanne, etc. They are always respected

Pixabay Not the one people mention first. Not the one whose name comes up in stories, in commendation, in comparisons that appear innocent but hit hard. That other one. One who listens more than she talks.

It has been a few days since my parents decided to move towards the family mansion that they had inherited, far away from the city. I didn’t want to come. No one asked me. The mansion is… wrong. Not broken,

“We never get accustomed to being less important to other people than they are to us.” — Graham Greene

La otra hija es una vereda que no debe ser recorrida. La otra hija es el valor de no ser hija única y tener siempre compañía. No estoy muy segura de donde me puede llevar este título. Yo solo se que tuve

Have I been? Tall, dirt-stained buildings Majestic churches with pointy spires Clean streets and busy people A mosaic of a time forgotten Have I been? Delightful shrieks of robust children Blue skies atop

3 April 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3062: the other daughter...

Laura, on the other hand, had a kinder heart than her sister, and she always cared about her father’s employees, and especially about him, but he was blind to her emotions.

I am not the other daughter... The other daughter—I've always questioned that. What would happen if I hadn't been my mother's youngest daughter, the one without memories, without recollections to relive

A five minutes writing Splash It started with a feeling I couldn’t explain, not pain, just a quiet awareness that something about my life didn’t fit. From the outside, we were a normal family. Dinner at

If a mantis shrimp showed up to Zara’s home one day and looked around, it would almost certainly find every color it was capable of experiencing and then some. A bit like if a drunk unicorn had thrown

Ellos se conocieron como se conoce ahora la mayoría, un hola, sin mucha historia, un par de tragos y al grano. Todo era dejar fluir y sin etiquetar, libertad le llaman.

“Remember how I told you when you were Vertran's age not to try to grow up too soon?” the sergeant said to his nephew.

Human behavior is something I could spend my entire life studying as it is verse and intriguing because it defines who a person. How we behave is a mirror that reflects how people see and treat us. From

Creo que la vida es una gran maestra, ya que nos va enseñando a que las cosas no son como las queremos, sino como Dios quiere. De modo que la frase. "Que sea lo que Dios quiera" puede ser más profunda

In everyday life, we often move through spaces that seem to repeat themselves without much variation. The streets, the faces, the schedules—everything settles into a routine that, although stable, can

BEFORE..... “Why won't they stop moving?” I ask, chewing my lower lip, gazing at the bodies moving past me in fast motion. I hug myself as a woman brushes past me, my skin pebbling with goosebumps. Tim