daily-news

  For Nancy her son Henry was everything, she never imagined her life without him. It had been 23 years since the horrible accident that took Henry’s life. Every year on that day, she took his favorite pie to his grave to honor his memory. But this year, everything was about to change. For 23 years, Nancy, now 61, never missed a single day on this date. She baked her late son’s favorite pie and took it to his grave every year since. The pie, a simple yet delicious apple and cinnamon creation, had been Henry’s favorite since childhood. The scent of apples and cinnamon brought back memories of when Henry was little, running into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the pie. It was his favorite dessert, and baking it had become a tradition they both cherished. Since Henry’s tragic accident at 17, this ritual had been Nancy’s way of keeping his memory alive. It gave her a sense of connection to him, like she was still doing something special for her boy. Losing him had...

  When my husband came home with another woman and announced he wanted her to be his second wife, I thought it was a joke. But when I realized he was serious, I told him I’d agree on one condition. That condition was something he wasn’t expecting. I never thought I’d find myself in this situation, but here I am, ready to share what happened a week ago. It all started a couple of months ago when Jack, my husband of eight years, began acting strangely. We weren’t newlyweds anymore, but our marriage was stable. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Jack’s mood shifts were subtle at first. He’d always been full of ideas, but suddenly, he was talking about “alternative lifestyles” as if he’d discovered a new way of life. “You know,” he said one evening while scrolling on his phone, “some people are really embracing unconventional ways of living. Makes you think about what works and what doesn’t.” “Like what?” I asked. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said vaguely. “Just… ways to make life easie...

  She let her dog poop on the floor, blasted music, and yelled at staff like the airport was her kingdom. By the time we reached the gate, everyone was exhausted, so I sat next to her with a smile and gave her a reason to finally walk away. JFK was packed. Delays, long lines, cranky travelers. The usual. Then came the voice. Loud, sharp, and impossible to ignore. People in an airport | Source: Pexels “Yeah, yeah, I told her I wasn’t gonna do that. It’s not my job. I don’t care if she cries.” Everyone turned. A woman in a red coat stood near the Hudson News store, holding her phone straight out in front of her, FaceTiming without headphones. Her voice cut through the noise like a car alarm. A woman with her phone in an airport | Source: Pexels Behind her, a small white puffball of a dog was squatting — right in the middle of the terminal. Its rhinestone collar sparkled under the harsh airport lights. An older man in a tan cap stepped forward and said gently, “Excuse me, miss? Your d...