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Are You There, Dad? It's Me, Your Little Girl

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When "father" means broken promises, unmet expectations, or complicated misunderstandings that we can't help but carry with us as we forge our own way, what can give us hope? This Father's Day, three writers reflect on the relationship they have, or wish they could've had, with their dads.

The ABCs of family

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Picture-perfect families are the realm of social media posts. In reality, all families are flawed, and there’s nothing like being cooped up in close quarters with them 24/7 to magnify and highlight our quirks as tempers flare and feathers are ruffled.

Is Fear Threatening to Overwhelm You?

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I was listening to one of my favorite Christian radio shows, and the topic that day was fear. I thought to myself, “I really don’t have a problem with fear,” but I listened anyway. Fast forward about 10 years . . . Now I can tell you about fear.

My Quest for Love Nearly Destroyed Me

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I come from a family of six. I have an elder sister, a younger sister, and a younger brother. My parents were hawkers. To give my siblings and I a comfortable life, they worked long hours and would not rest unless they fell sick.

Love One Another

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“Above all, love each other deeply” (1 Peter 4:8) We…

When My Parents Didn’t Like My Date

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With my Facebook newsfeed dominated by status updates of engagements, weddings, and babies, I thought it was best I got my act together or risk growing old alone.

The Secret I Wish I Never Found Out

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Every night, I would come home to see my parents hunched over their dinners, eyes glued to the television screening the latest Korean drama serial. It’s always the same storyline: two love birds entangled in a web of secrets waiting to be discovered.

A Letter From My Father

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On one of my free days, I decided to clear some of the drawers in my room. As I was sorting through some old letters in one of my drawers, I stumbled on a letter I had not seen in a long while and had clean forgotten about.

How I Survived Sharing a Room with my Sister

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For almost my entire life, I’ve shared a room with my younger sister. And as anyone who’s in the same plight would know, this pretty much means constant mutual antagonism.