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if abortion is ILLEGAL, men abandoning their pregnant partners should be ILLEGAL too. if women can't opt out of PREGNANCY, then men shouldn't be able to opt out of FATHERHOOD either!
Kia 🧸ྀི@xevekiah
what unpopular opinion about ABORTION can put you in this position???
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MEET THE NEWLY HATCHED HERO 🦅🪺
The Philippine Eagle Foundation announced on Facebook the arrival of a new Philippine eagle chick — chick 32, now named Bayani, the Filipino word for “hero.”
Bayani is now in its third month and is the offspring of Philippine eagles Dakila and Sinag. The chick was produced through cooperative artificial insemination as part of the foundation’s conservation breeding program.
COURTESY: Philippine Eagle Foundation

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When I was twenty, my mom got sick.
Not the dramatic kind you see in movies. Just something that started as “fatigue” and turned into hospital visits, prescriptions, and quiet conversations behind closed doors.
I was in school. I had plans. I was supposed to be focused on exams and internships and figuring out who I wanted to become.
Instead, I learned how to read medical bills.
My dad worked overtime. I started picking up shifts at a grocery store after classes. I told my friends I couldn’t hang out because I was “saving money.” I didn’t tell them it was for copays and medication refills.
There was one night I remember clearly.
The power hadn’t gone out. No one was yelling. Nothing dramatic was happening. I was just sitting at the kitchen table with a calculator, trying to make numbers behave. If we paid this bill late, could we cover the next one? If I worked two extra shifts, could we avoid using the credit card?
I felt older than I was.
At the hospital, I learned how to sit still for hours. How to nod calmly when doctors explained things I barely understood. How to smile at my mom and say, “It’s going to be fine,” even when I wasn’t sure.
I stopped sleeping properly. I stopped complaining. I became efficient. Responsible. Reliable.
One afternoon, after a long shift, I sat in my car and realized I hadn’t cried once since everything started. Not because I was brave. Because I didn’t have the space to.
Things didn’t magically fix themselves. My mom’s health improved slowly. The bills didn’t disappear, but they became manageable. My grades dipped, then recovered. I kept going.
Looking back, there wasn’t a single heroic moment. No big speech. No turning point.
Just small, stubborn decisions:
Go to class. Go to work. Go to the hospital.
Repeat.
I used to think strength was loud... dramatic, visible, impressive.
Now I know it’s often quiet.
It’s the version of you that keeps moving forward, even when no one sees how heavy everything feels.
✧@cessonmute
give me your survival arc
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