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Asha sat on her grandma's lap and watched as her mother tickled her baby brother Soroush. "Ma!" Soroush had just learned to say his first word. "Ma!" Asha’s dad had run to the kitchen to grab his phone. Mom was so excited that she wanted to record Soroush’s first...

The city once named Pile of Bones is where I was born. It is where I once called home. Canada is the nation where my parents built a life. So we came to understand that this plush and angelic land was nurtured by the hands of...

James runs head first into everything. Maybe because that's how life should be approached, or maybe because he's nearly two years old. Regardless, it’s a joy to see him running towards everything with his head slightly pushed forward. He's an explorer and a rule-breaker. He blocks the slide, and...