Choosing the right preschool for your child is a significant decision, and Haebix Preschool stands out as one of the best pre schools in india. At Haebix, we prioritize not just the educational development of children but also their overall well-being, which includes providing nutritious and delicious meals. Ensuring that children receive balanced and appealing lunches is a key aspect of our philosophy. Here are some creative and healthy lunch ideas that reflect our commitment to nurturing young minds and bodies.
1. Rainbow Veggie Wraps
Packed with a variety of colorful vegetables, these wraps are as visually appealing as they are nutritious. We use whole wheat tortillas filled with a mix of bell peppers, carrots, cucumbers, spinach, and a dollop of hummus. This combination not only provides essential vitamins and minerals but also encourages children to enjoy their veggies.
2. Mini Quinoa and Veggie Muffins
Quinoa is a superfood that is rich in protein and fiber. At Haebix, we incorporate quinoa into mini muffins mixed with finely chopped vegetables like broccoli, peas, and corn. These muffins are easy for little hands to hold and make for a fun and healthy lunch option.
3. Fruit and Cheese Kebabs
Combining fresh fruits and cheese cubes on skewers makes for a delightful and balanced snack. We mix strawberries, grapes, pineapple chunks, and mild cheese cubes to create a visually enticing and nutritious treat. These kebabs help in promoting a love for fruits and provide a good mix of carbohydrates and protein.
4. Homemade Veggie Pizzas
Using whole grain pita bread as a base, we allow children to create their own pizzas. Toppings include a variety of vegetables like cherry tomatoes, bell peppers, and olives, along with low-fat mozzarella cheese. This not only makes lunch interactive but also ensures that children consume a balanced meal.
5. Healthy Pasta Salad
Our pasta salad is made with whole wheat pasta, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, and olives, tossed in a light olive oil and lemon dressing. This dish is perfect for children as it combines familiar tastes with healthy ingredients, ensuring they get the necessary nutrients while enjoying their meal.
6. Yogurt Parfaits
Layered with fresh fruits, granola, and yogurt, our parfaits are both delicious and nutritious. Yogurt is an excellent source of calcium and protein, while fruits add vitamins and fiber, making this a well-rounded option for a school lunch.
The Haebix Preschool Advantage
At Haebix Preschool, we understand the crucial role that nutrition plays in a child’s development. We are committed to being among the best preschool in india by not only providing top-notch education but also ensuring that our children receive healthy and appealing meals. Our lunch ideas are carefully crafted to balance taste and nutrition, encouraging healthy eating habits from a young age.
Why Haebix Preschool?
Haebix Preschool has earned a reputation as the best preschool in India through its innovative approach to early childhood education and comprehensive care. Our curriculum is designed to foster creativity, critical thinking, and physical well-being. By integrating fun and healthy meals into our daily routine, we make sure that our children are well-nourished and ready to learn.
In conclusion, choosing Haebix Preschool means prioritizing your child's overall development. With our creative and healthy school lunch ideas, we aim to make nutritious eating a fun and engaging part of the school day. This commitment to excellence in both education and well-being is what makes Haebix Preschool a standout choice among the best preschools in India.

Chapter One
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-Rooftop of the White Flame Factory-
Grigory smiled nervously at his men as they lounged on the rooftop patio. As the sun sank lower, he was happy to see them relax after the day's tensions. He’d wanted to give them their imps when they first arrived, or after the demonstration, but they seemed a little too skittish. Their reactions were causing him to doubt his strategy. If his most loyal supporters were repelled by them, wider acceptance was going to be a non-trivial hurdle. He’d been working on an improved version of the imps for months, but making them less threatening, or light forbid, ‘cute’, seemed deeply at odds with his plans. He hoped time might be the missing ingredient. Once they get a bit more familiar with them, they’ll come around. The imps were really nothing for them to fear.
The demonologist sat alone, observing how his men were dealing with the news. He was deep in thought, adjusting his plans and ruminating on his concerns. Was he forcing them to do things they weren’t comfortable with? The basis of his entire plan was that the whole world was to benefit from the imps, so it had to start somewhere, or he might as well give up. They seemed to be taking it as well as he could have hoped.
Catching a wisp of savoury smells, he thought it was scarcely fair to relax while Stanisk was busy in the kitchen. He rose to see if he could lend a hand with dinner. During their overland trek to the capital months ago, it was clear that Stanisk was a superlative cook, but Grigory was a dexterous helper. Much of what he knew about surgical techniques had been picked up preparing meals.
Grigory arrived at the great hall that served as the eating area. In the centre of the chamber, two long tables stretched across the room, capable of seating fifty, though only four simple chairs he had crafted a few weeks ago were present. His men had yet to grasp the potential of the imps' labour; instead of proper seating, they had improvised with crates and timbers haphazardly arranged around the tables. Near one table, a jute sack of potatoes lay abandoned on the floor, possibly mistaken for a makeshift seat. Grigory hoped they'd be eating the potatoes, not sitting on them.
Separated from the hall by a low half-wall, the kitchen bustled with activity. Stanisk sat on the thick timber counter, a casual sentinel over dinner’s preparations, while Jourgun and Klive stood nearby, deep in conversation with their commander.
Stanisk’s five imps, in their fancy clothes, dashed around the kitchen. Under his expert guidance they were preparing a grand feast. One was peeling potatoes, another stirred a great bubbling pot, while two were doing dishes.
“Sir, did you know that Stanisk’s imps have names? And fancy clothes! Can I have one like his?” Klive blurted when he saw his employer. “Uh, as it pleases milord, of course.”
“Plus mine bow when they bring us beers! They don't do that fresh out of hell!” Stanisk's toothy smile implied he might have been bowed at by imps a half dozen times already.
Grigory tilted his head and blinked for a second.
Surely a bit of clothes can’t have that much of an impact on their acceptance?
“Oh, Of course! Certainly!” he paused again. “Feel free to ask Stanisk for tips on how he made his.” Observing the bustling activity, “It looks like dinner is well in hand?” The kitchen was huge, far larger than the one at Planed Pine Peak Inn. A half dozen dishes simmered or baked, their aromas — exotic spices, rich gravies, and roasted meats filled the expansive space.
Stanisk replied without glancing away from the imps handling the tasks. “Well in hand, boss. Take ‘er easy tonight!” The imps' movements were quick and fluid, their antics distractingly comical at times. Grigory watched, smiling, as one imp hugged a yam to its chest that likely weighed more than it did, and made its way along the countertop from the vegetable sack to the cutting board. Each step was an exaggerated sway, the creature was badly top-heavy and teetering.
With effort he pulled his focus back, “Capital! I’ve a matter to attend to! Smells great already!”
Grigory went into the factory proper to whip up enough chairs for everyone. Simple wooden ones for now, but with cushions. Cushions were quick enough to make and he had a few cart loads of wool and woollen fabrics. He watched his imps work, glad he could share them with his whole team now. Obviously it made everything a bit riskier, but it was worth it. One of his concerns was that he’d been overlooking opportunities and uses. He was bound by only being able to think his own thoughts, so he was excited to see what non-demonologists would think of.
They carved and joined the pine chairs with their normal speed and accuracy, but watching them sew was its own reward. The imps wielded needles like longswords in their tiny hands, the points moving too fast to see clearly. They stacked up the plain cushions in a neat pile at the end of their low workbench.
He also didn’t have any utensils, placemats, serving spoons nor trivets either, since this was their first proper meal here. He commanded the imps to make those as well, and carry them like a row of ants from the workshop to the dining hall. The demonologist walked around the table, surveying his work. With a minor gesture of flame he lit the lamps, and frowned at the beige-grey of undyed wool of the chair cushions.
He pulled the chairs out, and one at a time enchanted the cushions to bright, cheerful colours. He was going to make them all company purple, but thought better of it. Enchanting colours was a fun spell to cast, because the act of changing its colour also unravelled enchantment as it went. Much like building and knocking over houses of cards, the end effect was a mundane unenchanted object, but in whatever colour he’d chosen. Having done the spell countless times for entire days to prepare for the midsummer tourney, he didn’t even have to check his notes for any of the hues.
Satisfied with his work, though slightly frustrated that his first and last red cushions weren’t quite the same shade, he sat down. He pulled a notebook out of his satchel and started making notes on his ideas for some improvements, mostly for his own use, but some to the things he’d be soon selling. Lost in his own world, he had no idea how much time had passed when Ros and Taritha joined him at the table.
“Good evening, milord,” Ros said deferentially.
The young herbalist elbowed him, “Come on, he had one rule! He was writing!”
“Oh! Terribly sorry, sir!” Ros stammered.
“Not at all, I was basically doodling. How’s your evening going, is everything to your liking?” Grigory closed his notebook and put it away.
“Amazing milord, These rooms are huge! They're bigger than some of the houses I was looking at!” Taritha said.
“Of course! No one wants to live in dingy cells! Glad to hear! It’s easy to make a place bigger when you are building fresh. Let me know if you find anything that needs fixing, our builders are still in town working on the harbour fortress now, but I can have them send someone if there is anything amiss!”
“I don’t reckon neither of us knew palaces this nice existed anywhere, milord!” Ros said with a shrug. “We might not be the best eyes for finding faults!”
“Heh! This is just the rustic first stage! Don’t worry about its crudeness for now, we’ll get there over time!” the demonologist promised, patting his satchel where the notebook of ideas was. His confidence was both unshakeable and unnecessary.
“Not to question your plans, but there are a lot more rooms than people. Are we expecting company? Are we hiring?” Taritha asked. Her eyebrows twitched slightly, having just questioned his plan for the first time.
“Big plans indeed! So that empty stretch east of the main building? That’s also part of our land grant. In a while we’ll be building a barracks there for our troops, while senior officers will stay in the main factory. That’s also why Stanisk will be taking a much more active role with civil defence. It’s central to our plan to secure the town, and by extension our own safety.”
“Our troops? Like us?” Jourgun asked, having joined them at the long table.
“Maybe? Probably not? We’ll see. The plan is to extensively recruit as we can afford it, since the pirate raid was just the beginning. We have something of incredible value, in the form of me, the imps and the factory itself. Many violent people feel they should possess every valuable thing, so we must be vigilant. Not to worry though! That’s just us planning for the worst. In reality, nothing like that will likely happen. Just by being well defended we’ll scare off the greedy.”
“Ah, like why it's dangerous for a beggar to wear a silk robe!” Rikad added as he joined them, along with a few others. The smells from the kitchen were intoxicatingly rich now, as Stanisk and Klive used the imps to finish and plate the meal.
“Just so, a lord can only have what he can defend, and because the first phases of my plan require a certain level of material wealth, I’ll need extensive defences,” Grigory explained as diplomatically as he could.
“The Empire itself will fear our might, milord!” Ros said excitedly.
“Nah, it won’t. That’s a dangerous thought. The Imperial army’s smallest deployable force is a legion, near enough to five thousand men. Even if we hit every hiring and training target, we’se not going to be in the business of fightin’ wars. Just enough to make us a spiky nut. The sort not worth chompin’,’” Stanisk called over from the kitchen.
“Oh,” Ros said, shrinking back into his seat.
“That’s more than all the men in the whole town!” Taritha lamented.
“Yeah, that’s why lil fishing villages don’t win wars. A legion is five thousand infantry with warships, supplies, siege cohorts, and command companies. If’n it’s a real fight, then they might deploy all ten Imperial legions. Then start raising more if’n they’re losing. We ain’t never gonna try to fight that. No nation in the world has ever picked that fight and won.”
To counter the grim tone settling over his celebratory dinner, Grigory chimed in with a reassuring smile, “We’re loyal Hyruxian subjects, and the legions protect us. We pay taxes in full, we’re on the right side of all this. We just want a bit of security against more, uh, regional actors. Besides, a large well equipped force lends our diplomacy weight we wouldn’t otherwise have.”
Now that the table was filling up and his men looked satisfied with his answers, he raised his voice to the kitchen, “How’s it going in there?”
“Good! I bought a deer from one of the hunters this morning, and it turned out just right!” Stanisk replied, personally putting the finishing touches on his creation. Aethlina moved across the kitchen to watch Stanisk work, making Grigory do a double take. He hadn’t realised she was even in the building.
“Oh! Capital! Everyone in the entire company is here now! Even better!” Grigory said, motioning Aethlina to sit by him. He was glad he’d made the full number of chairs!
Stanisk and Klive brought out plates heaped with slices of braised venison, steamed tubers and sautéed onions. Tubs of butter, bowls of gravy, and finally a heaping basket of fresh buns followed. Stanisk took his seat and, smiling with pride, “What’re you helpless kittens lookin’ at? Never seen dinner ‘afore? Dig in!”
The feast was a perfect end to a troubling day, and even though the conversation died down as they ate, Grigory observed every single one of his hirelings intently, relieved to see not a single one seemed put off by a meal made by demons. Catching Stanisk’s eye, he made an empty cup gesture.
“Imps! Bring us all some drinks! Wine, beer and water!” Stanisk shouted to his imps. With speed and efficiency, the little demons filled clay cups and brought everyone three drinks, exactly as ordered.
“Ah, dammit, I meant—It’s fine. Drink what you want and I’ll just dump the rest!” The chief of security’s good humour faded for an instant before returning twice as bright.
“No, I love having three drinks! And the water and beer are cold! In the summer! The gods themselves envy me!” Rikad declared.
“Uh oh! It looks like Mage Thippily made imps, but the imps made the real monster!” Kedril retorted, gesturing at Rikad holding three cups between his hands, rotating them to drink out of each, while spilling beer all over his own arm.
Their high spirits encouraged Grigory. He’d worried they would be morose and frightened tonight, after making them to live in what could be described as a hive of demons. Joking about the imps was beyond his expectations, so he smiled without speaking, sipping his red wine. Not his cherished Malaentian Red, but a nice varietal from the mainland he’d recently imported a few cases of. Once the plates were empty, Stanisk had the imps clear the table and start washing up while everyone remained seated at the long pine table, bellies full to bursting.
“That was spectacular Stanisk! Thank you!” Grigory offered, and everyone else chimed in a breath later.
“Nothing like a lifetime of bland ration bars for months to really spark an interest in what good food ought to be! I’m glad ya’se liked it,” the big veteran said dismissively.
“How is everyone finding their new accommodations? I know I don’t have all the furniture done just yet, but is everyone good for tonight?” Grigory asked, ever the eager host.
The men nodded and looked at each other. Complaining was frowned upon and nothing here was remotely a hardship.
“Capital! Glad to hear it, and by all means bring it to my attention if your needs are unmet!” Grigory sat still and everyone kept looking at him.
Now’s as good a time as any. It’s not even a surprise, I think I mentioned it a few times already.
“Ahem! So! I’d like to present each of you with your own imps! Some ground rules though; there may be people that aren’t ready for this style of magic, so I ask that you don’t mention anything about them anywhere outside of the factory. Or even imply there are any magical creatures, just that things get made here?”
He waited until they all at least nodded.
“Alright! Here you go, I have one for everyone! The imps are identical, so don’t worry about which ones you get. Um. Good luck?” With a shrug he reached down beside his chair and from a leather case he pulled a series of carved wooden boxes, and passed them out to everyone sitting at the table.
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With a muted clatter, Taritha watched as the small dark boxes were distributed. She wasn’t sure if there was one for her, being fairly new to the company. She wasn’t sure how she felt; owning demons seemed like a big step, but the ancient urge to possess something nice or powerful was one she wasn’t immune to. Her heart leapt as a heavy box slid in front of her.
With trepidation, she touched it with one finger; it appeared to be regular wood, perhaps stained oak. The box was small and rectangular, quite thin, and she held it easily in one hand. It was narrow enough to fit comfortably between her thumb and fingers, its weight noticeable but not oppressive. She had expected dread, palpable evil, or something, but it just felt a bit heavy. Turning it over, she saw no visible clasps or hinges. The outside was covered in the flawless ornate carvings she was starting to grow familiar with. This time, the carvings depicted joyful industrial scenes—strong men swinging square hammers, smoke stacks, and laden ships and carts. The central image on each side was gilded with gold leaf, making it strikingly dignified.
Ignoring the excitement and increasing movement around her, she felt as if she were in her own universe. She slowly pulled on the lid, finding it opened on tiny hidden hinges, revealing three ebony totems inside. They were the size and shape of a fairytale wand, resting on a bed of lush green velvet, held in place by a broad ribbon tied in a perfect bow.
Even without considering the priceless nature of the artefacts, she was impressed, almost distracted, by the quality of the presentation. He didn’t have to go to such lengths; she’d expected them to be simply handed to her.
She slid one of the totems out without undoing the bow. It was cool and heavy but otherwise seemed normal. She could see layers of impossibly fine carving, this time gilded with silver. She could sense the potent magic in the object, but it felt strange. She’d examined other enchanted items before, and their enchantments were all transcendently beautiful in a complex and technical way. This was so dense it felt like nothing. Or perhaps everything? She wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t at all like the other objects. Stilling herself and trying to puzzle out its secrets brought her no closer to any revelation. She shook her head and resolved to investigate further in private. She returned the totem to its place in the box and gently closed it.
Only now did she notice the table was thick with imps, more than twenty darting and leaping energetically. Her colleagues had summoned theirs and were already giving orders.
“You two, throw the third imp as high as you can!”
“Merp!”
“All of you, cross the table as fast as you can, but walk on your hands!”
“Merp!”
“Duel with these forks!”
“Merp! Merp!”
The men were laughing and pointing between shouting out fresh orders. All the commands were pointless and frivolous, making Taritha powerfully uncomfortable. These were forces of nature, extraplanar beings of unimaginable power, and they were being made to sprint into empty mugs to see how far the mug would fly!?
She shot a questioning look to the master demonologist to gauge his reaction. He was smiling and complimenting their creativity, so maybe she was overreacting? Still, she had no interest in wasting them on silly games. Emergencies only. Or at least serious concerns only. Not for dodging knotted linen napkins, that’s for sure!
With the burden of responsibility successfully dodged, she was free to watch everyone else’s fun. The cacophony of excitement was so infectious that she found herself giggling and pointing at them racing as makeshift horses, with an imp bent over holding the tiny waist of the imp in front of him, while a third one sat atop as a rider. They were so silly looking and energetic.
“You’re sure this doesn’t hurt or anger them?” Taritha asked.
“Oh my no, it’s not like that at all. They have minds, but lack awareness, or awareness of their own mind I guess? It’s fine! They are just made out of the same stuff as demons, but not actually demonic.” The mage stood up and stretched. “They are remarkably durable, it’s unlikely anything short of silvered steel will harm them. I, on the other hand, am at risk of being badly over-tired already! I trust you will be okay, left on your own! I’ll see you in the morning!”
“I’se properly tired too, but if you want, let's pop into the factory and I’ll show you how to get them to make their own clothes. It’s just tellin’ ‘em to do that, so you’se might not need too much hand holding!” Stanisk pushed himself away from the long table, and motioned for them to follow him.
They went into the cavernous factory, just across the hallway. What was an impressive and huge room in the daylight was now an infinite blackness, like a starless night. A few men had grabbed leviathan-oil lamps off the table, and they huddled in a small circle of warm, safe light. They gathered around a long low table, and Stanisk laid out a few bolts of fabric. The fine weaves were familiar to Taritha; they were the same as those used in the clothes she’d been getting from the company.
“It’s simple enough,” Stanisk said as he put a heavy leather bag of tools on the table. “Just say what you want, with as much or as little detail, and they’ll just make that.”
“Imps, make a suit of legion plate armour, imp-sized, out of shoe leather!” Rikad said with glee.
“Merp!” replied several at once, as they began cutting and forming the leather without hesitation. The imps even used grey wool for the under-mail parts, and tiny flares of hellfire to warp the leather into the right shapes. Soon, a tiny suit of black armour lay on the table, looking like what an imperial heavy infantryman would wear, but distorted to the proportions of the gawky imps.
“I dub thee, Imperial commander, Real Imp. Don thy armour!” Rikad ordered. “Do they remember their names?” he asked over his shoulder to Stanisk.
“Oh yeah, they’re proper sharp!” he confirmed.
“Create an imp-sized lord's robe with a sash of office! When it is done, you shall be known as D’Imp Lomat! I might need a minute to think of the last one though…” Rikad said to everyone watching his imps.
Reluctantly, Taritha opened the box and invoked her three imps. She looked at them closely; as far as she could tell, they were perfectly interchangeable with every other imp.
Looking over the fabrics, she chose a striking blue, a deep red, and a golden yellow. “Imps! Make imp-sized sundresses, mainly white with these colours as a main theme. and matching coloured sun hats,” she added hastily. Their heads were distractingly inhuman, so covering them might help. She watched them work, even interrupting a few times to ask for embroidered details and minor adjustments. Once they finished, she had them don their new outfits.
Oh! The hems seem scandalously short on their long lanky legs! Better than before, but not by a lot.
“Imps, please put on the hats that match the colour of your dress.”
“Merp.”
Much better! They look like ladies now!
“You are now Lady Bluebird, Lady Crossbill, and…” She paused at the last one, thinking of songbirds that were as bright yellow as the fabric. “Miss Goldfinch!”
She leaned back and admired her little ladies. They were far less threatening now, and their dull crimson skin really made the dresses look extra vibrant.
“Dang Taritha, how did you make yours so pretty? I want some pretty ones!” Jourgun commented as he looked over.
“Drool over your own demons! These are mine!” she said playfully. There was an undercurrent of possessiveness that she didn’t expect, but these ones were hers now. “Anyways, I’m going to bed too, you guys are too slow! Have fun, boys!” she said as she devoked her imps. The new clothes fell to the work surface.
“Oh yeah, they don’t take that with ‘em, wherever they go, so just keep it in a lil bag or whatever,” Stanisk said when he saw her distress. “They gotta get dressed every time you invoke it,” he shrugged.
So much to learn today!
With a brave smile, she replaced the totems in the box and gathered the dresses and hats. “Mind if I take…” she said as she slowly lifted a lamp from near Rikad.
“Oh yeah, all yours,” he said dismissively, fully engrossed in examining the tiny lordly robes of D’Imp Lomat.
She went back to the hall, up the wide even stairs to the third floor. She’d only spent a bit of time investigating it earlier, as she and Ros had been anxious about being late for dinner. She saw the heap of her worldly possessions against the wall where she’d left them. The only furniture here was the bed, but by the sounds of it, getting some tables, chairs, and wardrobes would be easy enough tomorrow. She placed the totem box and the tiny outfits on the floor beside the bed.
The bed itself was unlike any she’d ever heard of. Crafted with thick pine beams and topped with a mattress of imported cotton, it was probably wider than her entire hovel. A family of five could sleep on it and barely touch. She couldn’t imagine a more lordly bed. Its refined look and the luxurious softness were worlds apart from the coarse fabric and straw she was used to. Sometimes in the fall, she’d add freshly fallen leaves to her straw mattress for extra comfort, but that was a fleeting pleasure. This bed, however, promised constant comfort. She eyed the pile of heavy blankets at the foot of the bed. Recently, she had bought a single blanket from the market, thin and scratchy, but these were the mage’s blankets—thick, plush, and impossibly soft.
She shut the heavy door and took off her tall boots. The floor felt smooth under her bare feet. Even having a floor was a new luxury; she was accustomed to hard-packed dirt floors like most everyone else. This wasn’t just a floor; it was a delicate herringbone pattern of different kinds of wood, obviously done by the agile imps. It was cleaner, smoother, and more level than any table she’d eaten off before the mage came to town.
She stopped admiring the floor and stripped to her shift. She felt exposed being so undressed around so many men. She reasoned it out—the iron and oak door was stronger than a hide flap, and this would doubtlessly be the safest sleep of her life. Just a reaction, not a reality. She left the lamp on the floor and got in bed.
With a panic, she yelped as the whole bed flowed underneath her, as if she’d stepped on the tail of a sleeping cat. She tried to get up but her feet were already off the floor, and she couldn’t find a stable purchase with her hands. She froze up to think her way out of it, and the bed stopped moving almost as soon as she did.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
Was this an enchantment gone awry? Some bed demon?
Slowly, she log-rolled towards the edge of the bed, and the mattress under her also slowly moved, but not enough to stop her. Slow and steady, she might get free yet. Finally, she was close enough to put a foot down and stand. The bed flowed back to being perfectly flat.
She stood up, with a hand to her sternum, trying to catch her breath.
Think! What did the mage say about this today? It would magically adjust? Maybe that was all it was doing?
She leaned over and gently pushed down with a single fist. It was super pliable, then increasingly firm. But it felt unlike anything else—stacks of clothes or hides all felt different when they got pressed.
It must be magic. No time to be timid, and it would be humiliating to go to either the mage or the chief about this.
The only spell she could reliably cast was a gesture of Mana-Visualization. It caused the invisible lines of arcane energy to glow visibly, in bright colours that hinted at their use and purpose. She cast it to better examine her bed. It wasn’t enchanted as she expected; rather, hundreds and hundreds of things inside it were, and they linked and overlapped in ways she wouldn’t understand if she studied enchantments for a decade. She involuntarily took a step back from it, like finding a hundred warhorses inside a small cabinet.
She dismissed the gesture. With renewed determination, she slowly sat down on the bed. It shifted but only a bit. It was very soft and comfortable. Slowly, she turned and laid back, fighting her panic as the mattress kept shifting everywhere her body touched it, unnervingly lifelike. Fully laying down, she stopped and the mattress stopped. Even as her eyes were still wide with terror, she started to calm down. To test her theories, she rolled onto her side, and the mattress under her hip grew softer, and the part under her ribs grew firmer, until the pressure equalised. Rolling back, she felt it shift again, and once more the mattress's firmness changed all up and down her body, stopping once it was the same shape as her body’s pressure, resulting in sublime comfort.
Oh. This is incredible. I get it now!
She reached to the foot of the bed, pulled one of the soft blankets up to her chin, reached down to extinguish the lamp and drifted off into a better sleep than anyone in the history of her family ever had.
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Today my daughter’s preschool told us her homework is to work on letter reversal of d b p q. I told the teacher I would not be doing that because I am not worried about that so young. I told her I read an article that kids don’t develop the full eye coordination to read until 6 or 7 and don’t have full hand bone & muscle structure to have good handwriting until they are older. I said “exposure at preschool is great, but I am not worried about it.”
I left it at that, but now I wonder AITA for being the mom that says “well, I read an article”….
This preschool the owner had no college degree, one teacher has a bachelors, but idk in what, and the other teachers are working on their associates in early childhood education. The people online I follow I read this from are OTs and Elementary school teachers.
Anyone have the sources to site to back me up here? I am not against them being academic in preschool, but I feel our time at home is better spent playing outside and just free play and craft time.
EDIT- AITA is just for click bait. I am really wondering if I am right about a preschooler it’s fine they mix up the p q d b? I can’t find a good article that backs this up specifically. My daughter is kindergarten ready on all the other checklists and public school evaluation.

This is going to be a long one, I apologize in advance.
Yesterday I was terminated from my center after only 2 ish almost 3 months of employment and I feel like I was completely blindsided and very unequipped due to lack of training.
First, some backstory. Before landing this job I had a little previous experience in this field but as an assistant pre-k teacher at a different center. This new center I was recently fired from is very understaffed and desperate for teachers but because of my previous experience, I was offered the position of lead pre-k teacher. I was so happy and excited to be able to take on the responsibility of getting 4 year olds ready for school.
Due to the fact that the center is understaffed and the preschool teacher would call out/be unable to make it due to personal reasons, I would often be in charge of supervising both the preschoolers and the pre-k kids since they were so close in age. Outside of signing employment documents and a converstion about the employee handbook, I never received any formal training I was just thrown into a classroom and told staff meetings would be held, and that when they hired more people to free up some time to do some training, they would get around to training the newer teachers. Around this same time I had also just found out I was pregnant. When I was only expected to have the class I was hired for and have experience with (pre-k), I was able to actually get lessons done, do circle time, and carve out time for educational crafts/play and would only have about 7 kids in my ratio. None of these kids had any behavioral issues outside of being a kid or had any learning disabilities and if they did, none of it was ever brought to my attention. In the preschool class, about 3-4 of them have autism at varying places on the spectrum and a lot of the rest of them just don’t want to listen.
I began to get burned out because the preschool teacher was calling out more which by default would leave me with not only my class, but her class too though i never complained because I understood we were short staffed. I admittedly had a hard time gaining any control over the now combined classes or being able to get any learning done because every 5 seconds I had to deescalate fights between children, biting episodes, outbursts from the ones with disabilities because I was not equipped nor aware of their needs/how to redirect them in a way that works for them or even communicate with them and it became an issue and my boss had sat me down to bring it to my attention. I was actually greatful for this because I could finally tell her that I felt very unequipped to be in a combined classroom where I do not have the proper training on how to handle a classroom with some children having disabilities by myself. She thanked me for my honesty and again mentioned how they were trying to hire more people and that when they got that squared away, they would be able to finally get some training done so that I would have better ways to handle my now combined class since they still didn’t have a preschool teacher.
One day was particularly awful in terms of having a handle on the class and one of the children with autism had a meltdown and began kicking me in my pregnant stomach, hitting me with toys and biting so hard that they left marks on me. I got overwhelmed and asked someone else to step in and eventually was told that the director was going to make sure I was no longer in preschool because it was way too much stress for me especially with me being pregnant. This led to my very brief stint of being an infants teacher for one day.
I was excited to try infants thinking it would be far less stressful and it was however a baby needed a diaper change and I took the baby to the changing table, then took a maximum of 6 steps to let the teacher know I put the baby up there to be changed and was told that I can’t leave a child unattended on a changing table. Let me once again repeat that at this point, 3 months into working for this center i STILL do not have any type of formal traning and the training they promised I would receive had not been started yet. I fully had no idea that that even counted as leaving a child unattended and after I was told not to do that, I never did it again, mostly due to the fact that I was never put in the infants room again.
Fast forward to yesterday, I’m cleaning the classroom so I have a video playing on the tablet to keep the kids busy while i clean. One of the children with autism decides they wanted to get up and get a toy. As I’m in the motion of taking the toy to put it back, the child’s parent walks in and sees. The parent tells the child that it’s not nice to not listen to the teacher and to tell me I’m sorry and to put the toy back. They then leave and the child tells me goodbye and I say I’ll see them tomorrow. Another teacher comes in to relieve me and says she overheard the same parent tell the director I had snatched the toy from her child and as I’m heading out the door, the director stops me to let me know I’ve been terminated.
I recently received my termination letter and it stated I was terminated due to cellphone usage (we use an app to track their bathroom breaks, meals and naps and activities and I was told by the director using my phone to input the data into the app was fine), leaving children unattended on changing tables, leaving staff out of ratio, aggressive attitudes and behavior towards children with disabilities and children without, improper supervision during every transition, and lack of ability to car for children in infants, toddlers, preschool and pre-k.
I am utterly heartbroken and very confused because I admit these things are true but most (phone usage, leaving children unattended on changing tables, ratio, and aggressive attitudes/behavior) have been grossly taken out of context and everything that was listed as a reason to terminate me are all things that I was supposed to be trained on and the training never happened.
Am I fully at fault for this termination? I’m genuinely asking because I feel like if I was supposed to be trained and I never got the proper training and as a result I performed my job poorly, how could i entirely be the sole person responsible?
Opinions are welcome as well as feedback, this was only my second time working in this field so I truly am just flabbergasted. I personally feel like I got thrown to the wolves and then cut due to convenience.

multiple content warnings, i’m sorry, this will be long, this isn’t even everything and it’s a damn book i am 19. i was 11 when i had to grow up. my parents decided to divorce after months of fighting, letting us know a week before my 12th birthday. you know, the classic divorce story. my dad moved out and my mom started dating people. it moved so fast. we moved to a different area, even though we had just moved into a new house a year earlier, leaving my childhood hometown behind. my mom was trying to pursue school so we were living on student aid and stamps. (i have 3 siblings, so there were 5 of us) i started middle school in that area and was doing pretty well off. then my mom got pretty serious with someone i’m going to call SOB, he doesn’t deserve a name. my mom and SOB were dating for two months before that thing proposed to my mom. we met him once before he was labeled our step dad. my mom sat us down and told us we’d be moving to idaho to be closer to her family. come to find out, the whole reason for going there was because SOB is an ex convict and he couldn’t leave idaho because that’s were his parole was.
we were told at the time that he was framed for kidnapping and he had a whole story crafted to back it up. being a kid and needing my mom, i didn’t ask or dig about it. so we moved to idaho. i started school there and immediately got death threats. i got called a hoe relentlessly for seemingly being pretty. eventually things calmed down and i had friends, but that place was tiny and once people have formed an opinion of you, there’s no changing it, so it was hard to get around.
SOB was awful to my younger brother. we’ll call this brother zayn. zayn has bad adhd and has always struggled with school. he’s one of the smartest people i know, but getting assignments in is not his forte. so as a result he’s never had the highest grades. SOB hated the fact that my brother wasn’t doing great and would literally stand there and scream at him to get his work done. there was one time that i was in my room and i started to hear my brother screaming so immediately i’m upstairs to help him, SOB was literally chasing my brother around our house with a damn bat screaming at him like a demon was coming out. i yelled at him to leave my brother alone and things just got darker after that. me and my brother were scum to him and he ran our house like the hunger games. my other little brother and my older sister were prized jewels, they got everything they wanted and more, and SOB would rub it in our faces. he even gave my dog away, i went days worrying about her and looking because i thought she had ran away, to find out that some other person had my dog now and i wouldn’t ever get her back.
fasting forward a little, SOB violated his parole by going on a trip that wasn’t fully approved and got put back in jail right before christmas. my mom completely threw herself into trying to get him out. me and my sister noticed that my mom hadn’t gotten a single thing to be santa for my brothers, so we scraped up the money we had to get gifts so my brothers wouldn’t lose their christmas spirit seeing that santa didn’t come when things were already so bad as it was. i love that i was able to do this for them, the smiles on their faces, i will never forget that christmas.
after a long time of having a very absent mother, she was able to get SOB out of jail. he came back even worse of a monster then when he left. he sexually assaulted my mom, committed all kinds of fraud, basically stole all of my papa’s retirement money, the list goes on. my mom decided she wanted a divorce and when he found out, he went crazy. he locked all of us out of our house and threw our things on the lawn. it rained, i lost so many things, a one of a kind paper mache venitian mask i had gotten on a trip with my dad to italy included.
it’s 2020 by now and we went on a trip to Texas, to meet the person my dad was dating. on the trip, I very much learned that she was not for my dad. but, all reasoning was in vain. my dad proposed, and we had literally just met her. so that was that my dad was engaged now and focused on trying to move them out to him and getting a new house. my mom decided at that time that she wanted to move too so we had a choice, move to my dads and go back to the area i grew up in, or go with my mom to another ranch town in idaho. i chose my dads. my brothers came with, but my sister stayed with my grandparents where we lived in idaho so she could graduate.
things were fine for a bit. my mom was dating a lot and even got engaged. then she told us about this other guy she had been seeing, who had given her a 500 mile ride home from somewhere. immediately suspicious, especially because she wouldn’t drop a name. come to find out other guy was SOB. SOB proposes to her again and she’s got two engagement rings from two different people. everyone was like, what the actual shit are you doing. my mom was in a very cooky state of mind, broke things off with the other guy, and stayed with SOB. there was a weekend in september that my cousin had something going on so my extended family and everything was all there and we decided there needed to be some kind of intervention. to keep things short, it didn’t go well. my mom ended up leaving and she told me and my sister that she didn’t want to be our mom anymore. found out through facebook a couple days later that my mom and SOB were married.
then came the everlasting fun of a custody battle. my step mom had gotten into my dads head saying he needed to take full custody. now i wasn’t the biggest fan of my mom at the time, but that didn’t mean i never wanted to see her. my parents hated each other. there were a few times in exchanges that the cops ended up being called.
for a while my dad had pretty bad anger issues. low blood sugar, overstimulation, bad smells, anything could set him off. i just so happened to have a very large target on my back so i got the brunt of everything. i wouldn’t let him yell at my brothers and this resulted in me getting the lashings, but i would do it all again if that meant protecting my brothers. he wasn’t angry all the time, there were a lot of good days, but it was definitely pretty tortuous for a while. a lot of the problem, which i knew would happen to begin with, was my step mom. she is one of the laziest people i’ve ever known, which is the complete opposite of my dad. my dad likes to do things, he’s always active. so he was frustrated because he would want to do things with his wife there, and she would almost always refuse, so she could have a quiet day in bed. my step mom had also convinced herself that i was stealing from her. she ransacked my room multiple times, to no avail. she took my car keys ‘until she could prove i was taking things from her’ and i only got them back because they were sick of giving me rides places. she actually ended up stealing some of my things trying to claim they were hers, so she hid them and i haven’t seen them since.
so yeah i got yelled at a lot, accused of being a thief, and my relationship with my mom was shit + the joys of high school. i have been doing musical theater my whole life. when i first got to my new high school i was so excited because, although i wasn’t able to audition for the productions companies that year, the teacher told me i was a shoe in for the next year. she ended up leaving and we got a new teacher, if you can even call her that. so it’s my junior year, the first year with her, and it wasn’t bad, i got some good parts and did really well. i ended up getting nominated for an award for one of my performances and it was at this time, i don’t know what happened, but she did not like me anymore. she told me that she accepted the nomination for me, but i found out not too long later that she never accepted it and i was in favor to win so the judges were very puzzled by it. she accepted my friends nominations and kinda rubbed it in my face that i never got anything back. like’ awe are you sad because you didn’t hear anything from the judges? well so and so over here did😈’
the summer after that year i cut my hair pretty short. i wouldn’t say i’m not ‘girly’ but i definitely have a more masculine ‘bro’ persona comparatively. so now it’s my senior year, it matters a lot more at this point to try for good parts because it’s my last run. to keep it simple, my teacher wouldn’t cast me because i was too masculine, not even as a guy ?? idk make it make sense. i got one part my entire senior year, and i know it’s not because i’m bad. but i wrote and produced my own show that ended up being 100x the quality of the shows she produced, so i did get redemption. long story short, it really sucks to watch the peers your just as good as continue to succeed, while you get kicked out of the room for being distracting when you haven’t said a word. the reason they didn’t like me ? i’m good at improv, i kid you not i was told i was too creative and it bothered them. i know my presence scared the teachers there because i’m not a classic conformist theater kid that does anything and everything the teacher says.
anyways, so after years of trying to rekindle a relationship with my mom, fighting with an ass teacher and getting yelled at almost daily, a lot of worth questioning, and a flurry of weed later, i graduated.
both of my brothers in this time attempted to end their lives and were in facilities for a bit. i decided at that time to move in with my mom to hopefully help our relationship. it did a lot. me and my mom are best friends now. but it hasn’t been because of nothing. SOB had become the most controlling narcissistic asshole and my mom was just acting having any feelings for him so he wouldn’t take everything away from her. he monitored everything my mom did. he hit my mom in an intimate moment, and almost beat zayn, but i covered him and ended up slicing my arm open on our fireplace, once again i would do this 100 times over to protect my brother. i decided i wanted to dig everything up on him that i could. what i found was mortifying. i won’t go into too much detail, but there were a lot of charges, multiple of them being SA of a child. i vowed at that moment that i would do anything it takes to get him back behind bars. he’s actively on the offender list and he works across the street from a preschool, not on my fukin watch ass hat.
i will never forget the true terror on my moms face that that man caused. it got to the point where my mom would get really scared if she started crying because she knew he’d freak out at her if he noticed. i came back to my locked room, that i have the only key to, with holes in my walls in weird places, and in my bathroom too. a couple days before, my brother found a camera in his room, so i knew what it was and that SOB was spying on me. i taped them all up and came to stay at my bfs house and have been here since. after months of his treacherous cycle my mom had enough and left to a safe house, she’s there now. the divorce is going though but from some reason the stupid system denied my mom a protective order against him. he has full access to our house and things right now, and he’s trying to make 90,000 so he can baile his way out of the insurance fraud case against him that could get him back in jail in june. i’m so worried he’s selling my things because he so would. everything i have left is in that house and it’s all at his whim now.
when i moved in with my mom, i started a job at a fancy high end restaurant because i knew it would be good money. i’ve had problems with this my entire life, but ever since starting my job there, i have experienced countless creeps who have sexualized me in more ways then i thought possible. it’s made me feel so worthless. it’s people i work with and people who come in. drunk guys from the bar are the worst, and they’re all filthy rich so they don’t care about a thing in the world. i need to quit but i don’t know where else to go
my dad has now decided as of like two weeks ago, that he will be moving to florida. i never anticipated him moving across the country and leaving the last place i could call home. he also started therapy a couple months ago and his anger issues are pretty much nonexistent at this point. so i got my dad back but now he’s leaving again. i always hoped that as i got older, my family would always be pretty close, close enough that i could seem them once a week if i wanted. it’s really killing me because i was so close to that, to getting my family back. my sister has been in france the last couple years and she’s coming back in a couple weeks. my dad will be moving almost immediately after. we finally got to a point where my mom is free, my dad is happy, we’re all healing, and now my family will be broken up more then ever before by distance. my parents don’t hate each other anymore, my sister is coming home, we would all be able to spend time together again, never more.
so i’m at this point now, where i’ve been fighting for my family, taking every hit with hope in my heart for something i was so close to having, for 7 years i’ve been hoping. and just like that, the light at the end of this very long, cold and dark tunnel fades, and i’m left once again, in the cold dark nothingness that is hoping for a better day, that will never come.
so i’m left questioning, is overcoming another mountain worth it if there’s a whole range of painful climbing ahead of me? i’m so tired, my whole body hurts every day, my mind and soul are toiled with the pain of my lifetime, everyone in my family is moving on with their own paths and it’s only a matter of time before i’m only hearing from them every once in a while. i don’t want to do life, the world is so messed up right now and i don’t see it getting better. there’s too much pain and i can’t handle it. nothing seems worth hoping let alone living for anymore. i bid you adieu and wish you all the best 💗

I'm a Pre-K teacher at a preschool and we are open for summer camps. We are planning a few bike days, a movie day, and a couple water days throughout the summer. Every Friday will be a STEM build challenge day in my class. I'm looking for ideas to make every Wednesday a special day as well. Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday will be camp theme days like cooking, chemical reactions, lego challenges, crafts, etc...

Update: Thanks everyone. After reading the state guidelines I did discuss it with my employer and was basically told that there were no people available to float in for me to have a lunch break paid or unpaid and that the teachers of the elementary school sometimes didn’t even get a break for lunch (even though they do get 30 minute breaks for their pull out classes everyday at least once a day and sometimes more). So basically stop whining or find a new job. I have not made a decision yet on what I’d like to do moving forward. Thanks again.
I’m a teacher’s aide (paraprofessional is what the school calls it) for a preschool in a large private elementary school. I was told that by state law we are required to always stay with the children (2 adults to maintain ratio) so I am not allowed to have a lunch break or a break of any kind. The main teacher in charge of lesson plans and education gets breaks alone when the kids are with specialty teachers or activities, but I understand she appreciates that time to prepare for circle time so it’s not really a break. There is a 40 minute quiet time in the afternoon so I guess I do at least get some quiet and relaxed time with the kids - I’m still expected to help with craft prep and other things during that time though.
Is this normal? I don’t have any education worker experience besides this so I just assumed it’s the same everywhere. I’m probably just whining because it’s the end of the year, and I’m tired like everyone else.
Age range is 3-5 for reference.
Edit: State is Tennessee and regular shift is 7 hours and 30-45 minutes. It depends on how quickly the parents pick up the kids to get below the two person requirement at the end of the day.

Nanny here. It sort of seems that there is an impression that nannies have a lot of downtime during the day, and this seems to be a big rational behind the low salary standard within childcare. I do not understand this impression at all, I personally am lucky if I have 30 minutes to myself just for lunch as I really have to make an effort to carve out time for myself during the day to sit down and take a break. I guess I’m wondering if this is really the norm for nannies or if I am just doing too much for too little.
Between dishes, cooking, laundry, folding, cleaning, engaging with the children, keeping them busy, getting them to and from school and activities, and going to the park, there is hardly any spare time to organise crafts or anything else, let alone sit down even just to eat lunch. There is never any situation where I would be sitting back relaxing while the kids play (they don’t watch TV with me) as there is just never enough time in the day to do everything that needs to be done. If the kids are playing independently, I am doing chores, and if I am not doing chores, I am directly engaging with the kids. I find myself skipping lunch often, at least once a week, just to keep up with the chores and manage enough meaningful time to engage with the kids. I end up on my feet working 9 ½ hour days with no breaks at all far too often (no I do not count the 5-10 minutes I sit down at the park as a break because it is not, I am on my toddlers’ asses the entire time we’re there so I’m lucky if I get to sit down at all).
I understand that many nannies probably are not responsible for as much as I am, but I know many nannies are and many are responsible for even more than I am. I understand that childcare jobs do often ask to waive break rights. When I worked at a preschool I waived my 15m breaks too, but I always received a 30m-1h lunch break in which I was free to do what I please.
I have managed to time the chores perfectly so that I have 30 minutes at lunch to myself, but if there are any extra chores tacked on like grocery shopping, marking cards for family, or if the kids need extra attention in the morning, my break disappears. Just today I was asked to return some rental suits (one of them was for one of the kids so it technically fell under my purview and I’m not one to argue) and of course they asked me to do it while the kids are asleep and their grandma is at home bc they don’t want the kids alone with their grandma, ultimately taking up my time for lunch. Anyway, I just do not feel that I am being paid enough to work this hard and I worked very very hard for my raise that brought me to just $4 above minimum wage.
It’s been two years of this now. When I first started, I mentioned to my employers that it was too much for me to do all of these chores, actively engage with the children, and still have an opportunity to take a break, and they literally just said “we expect you to be able to do all of this, you need to just do it all faster.” I needed this job and it was the best paying job I could find at the time in the area I needed a job in, so I couldn’t really just leave, and when I told them I would need to be paid more, they said they would just pass on hiring me. The first several months I maybe took 1-2 lunch breaks a week. As I have grown more efficient and developed my schedule, I have managed to take real breaks more regularly but it is still a battle every day just to sit down at any point.
I’m young (25), full of energy, type A, and passionate about this job which is the only way I’ve survived the past two years. I get that I shouldn’t accept a job for less than I think I’m worth but there doesn’t seem to be a plethora of positions offering salaries I would truly accept. I am leaving this position and relocating in two months to find a better paying position that gives me a more balanced schedule during the day. I guess I would like to know if this is a shared experience or if I just took on too much with this position. For those of you who work this hard too, what are you paid? I’m trying to gage what I should be expecting to earn going forward to take on this many responsibilities. On top of all of this, I also am trained in and follow RIE, Montessori, Reggio Emilia, and gentle caregiving. I have 5 years experience as a preschool teacher’s assistant and now two years as a private full time nanny (along with 10 years as a babysitter). I certainly do not think that I personally deserve to be paid more than other nannies, but I have trouble believing that the work I do and the experience I have is not worth a much more competitive salary just because I’m young and childcare is something that I naturally am good at and enjoy.
Anyway I’d appreciate any thoughts, advice, or shared or opposing experiences from other nannies or employers.

(this will be long but detailed like a romance novel)
For most of my life, I was faced with obstacles and hardships. But always believed in my capacity to change. Without this belief, I wouldn't be here now telling you all my story...and the ultimate reunion with him...I wonder would it be better if were to tell you all my story of us individually ? Though my hunch is its best to get straight to it. what I'm hoping for is that anyone here was wondering if their TF is their real TF or how others journey is going. I think by being pedantically transparent can be left for others to interpret. Personally, the common themes of my TF experience so far is...its never been a feeling of having to be together as a goal but having true company...true growth. Its a pure love for another human. We are learning a great deal from one another and on heading the same trajectory. I'm leaving out my signs that we both are connected. I hope my story reflects the layers of duality.
In 2020, everything from the universe was telling me to slow down. I had sprained both my ankles and was out for much of the year and on top of that had to sit with all my decisions. Upon doing a life assessment, I found both my self love/worth and strength of convictions and the courage to navigate new decisions. Out with the old and completely in with the new. When an idea dies, it truly dies. I buried that year: the old parts of me, friendships, career, habits, yadda yadda.
2021 emerges, I'm working on the same Project and was arranging my pay rate with this , at this point unbeknownst to me, my TF. Our communication from the get go was easy and smooth. Though we also had obviously annoyances. He would control when I get information (getting in my way) which affected my jobs at some points but most part it was interesting. Upon meeting at a location for the first time (work related), We both had our face masks. As he enters ... I say his name and look at his eyes. There was a long silence and what seemed to be an instant knowingness. At that moment, I was quite in disbelief as I haven't been in a relationship for 8 years. I wanted to know who I was in my entirety and to truly know what its like to be in a relationship with myself. This being said, I thought nothing of it and made a small fleeting note. "hmm?" He just kept staring at my eyes. I believe this is when we read "love at first sight" or "attraction at first sight" and completely recognition.
Each week he would try to talk with me, though I found he was a bit suspicious. I would be really outwardly weird, reactive by being surprised to indifferent. This would go on for weeks, he gave up and ignored me, then I realized I didn't need to be so cold. But its like, how am I in that current moment take all this "mystical" "magical" "fairytale" type connection ? Anyways...I started studying him, I found it was quite easy to know who he is. Everyone says "he's so calm" that he is. But I also sensed is anxieties, when he is trying to investigate me but covering up that he needs some work document, I simply, understand without fuss, what's really going on underneath the surface. I was sitting at a desk listening to someone and I quickly knew my TF was walking pass my office. As he is passing, time completely stops, i was bothered by him looking at him so I gave him an angry eye stare (with face mask) show down but suddenly my eyes soften and we are in trance. On our project, we had a 2 week break for the holidays...Upon return it is now 2022
2022: Upon return, he was indifferent to my eccentricities, I took the break to sit with myself as to how to approach him in the new year...I asked him how his break was....he looks down takes a deep sigh. And for the longest time...it seems he is reflecting and withholding. For some reason, I KNEW he was with a karmic. He didn't seem happy and was quite tired. He replies that it was very....and to which I expressed by cutting off mid-sentence "tiring and instead of rejuvenation" ....he goes "exactly" This right here is when I truly believed that this experience is special. At this point, I didn't really think of him as TF. In fact, I didn't really believe in this concept till now.
One day TF bumps into me by some stairs, It surprised me and as he is walking by he tells me simply "Its okay, I'm the same way"...I look back as he is walking up the stairs and we look into each others eyes. We go back to our busy work day. I felt so sad honestly, was less focused on him and more on how to get off the project and endure my condescending bosses. I also was quite touched by his integrity and compassion and forgiveness. I felt completely accepted by him and I to him.
The day came when the projected was completed, I was onto another one. The last day I went into his office and wanted to express my gratitude. Of course he wasn't there, he is overseeing two projects at the same time...I walked away that show feeling renewed hope. That this "TF" , again unbeknownst to me at that time, was a beacon...Finally...there is someone out there that does get me and accepts me. I was sad that I didn't take the opportunity sooner and left with an important lesson.
"Don't ever give up, Own who you are even if there will be those that don't like you, but there will be someone out there for me again. And when that happens, I won't allow my weirdness to stop me"
There was no connection or reason to reach out as it wasn't a practical tangible and socially acceptable to do so. We really didn't build anything but having small fleeting moments. So I go on and do my life...
Meanwhile, Throughout this experience I've had vivid dreams. 2021 our first meeting and upon knowing he is in a relationship with his karmic. I had a dream where we were at a MALL and he was following me (just like he was in real life...investigating me...putting me on ice for later) I look back at him and suddenly , the concrete structures of the mall slowly , like soft clouds, moved to block us.
2022 I had a dream where I was at this apartment complex for a party, I get back into a vehicle to then someone saying "you need to go back and get your stuff because there is no going back". I go back to the apartment knock on the door and to my surprise a skinny woman with long black hair and a blurred face opens the door. MY TF is in the BG and so very distinct. Suddenly, I'm transported into a 1940's traditional American home...where the interiors were wood crafted beams, crown moldings, leather arm chairs. bartenders with bow tie and vest. The same woman asks me " are you here to party?! let me know you around!" she guides me everywhere then MY TF appears and was so vivid. I left the party through a window and down a vine lattice.
2023 Now all this time in this story, we didn't talk with one another. It was a short period and we moved on. I'm doing my own projects and then unemployed, struggling to find work. While, on his end ..his karmic and him broke up in may. In which, I had another dream.
We were just talking about astrophotography, it was now just him and I. In a white room with aluminum framed windows and a glass desk. He then asked me "so how's your career going?" then I woke up feeling unworthy of him. That he is right...how can I be in a relationship if my own life isn't together?
Toward the end of 2023, I accidentally butt dialed him. A few days later, he texts me back "did I get a miss call from you? :-)" I knew he was interested to get to know me. But he was traveling around...at this point I wasn't aware he broke up with his gf...and that he was going through so much. I would want to talk on the phone vs text but felt he was very avoidant of me. Essentially, one day he said he was available to talk on a sunday. I took a break from work to call him. He never answered nor did he even get back in touch with me. I figured oh well move on.
2024 4 weeks ago .I'm reactivating my facebook and to see he added me as a friend and we started chatting again briefly on messenger. During the messages, he would try to bait me to go to someones memorial. It seemed he wanted to see me but went a round about way of doing so. I told him I wouldn't want to go as its dishonest. I didn't know here at all. We talked about our ideas on opportunity, what it means to live . I was only on there to find a job and to reconnect with some contacts. Since it wasn't useful, I closed it. He then hunted me down outside facebook "I tried messenging you on fb and it says i'm blocked" to which I replied "I deactivated as ALL those annoying strangers and ads". Since then we have been chatting on text. BUT hes very controlling ...I can sense him fighting being transparent. We just shooting the shit and I told him I was baking cookies to which I come to discover he has serious control issues with sweets. Now the other bait, He wanted me to bake him something and that we could meet up to just talk.
We finally reunite 3 weeks ago...it was an interesting deep night. Ranging from philosophy, values, beliefs on parenting, he ranted though on and on about all his women friends and his ex. I knew then...that tonight isn't for us ...its for him. I felt more like a resource because of what he didn't want to talk about "us" and how detailed he got with his ex. Saying things like "and she was beautiful" ..."I feel regret....I don't trust anyone with who doesn't have regret" to suddenly cutting him off here and there to change it around. Everything combined I thought he was regretting his break up. He was quite rude when I expressed "Since you are sharing yours, I should share you mine" after all he wanted to get to know my journey. But the night was anything but his. He says "not necessarily" and to which I respond "but these stories are for your healing and lesson" NOW i got his attention.
Time again froze, It seemed like we just sat down but its now been 4 hours. He shared his stories of not only exes now, how his father died when he was 16 and my was abuse and homelessness etc. We even cried during these reflective sharing's. Now the place is about to close, I still wanted more time with him. We went over to a diner across the street. As we sit, there is so many details I'm trying to leave out that shows his protection of me. From a waiter being passive aggressive that we aren't ordering anything. Now we are into our conversations, he changes his word regret to remorse...and connecting it to his present moment of deciding new priorities/ ideas. We go on and on to eventually having some light moments of talking about the countries flags decor and trying to guess what country is what flag. Suddenly, I get some intuition that we should check on our cars...we leave and again time froze its now been 4 hours but it felt like we just sat down. Our cars ended up being booted lol as if the universe is saying keep sticking to each other. As we walk across, he notices this crazy furry item , I knew he was trying to prevent me from being scared. AND I knew that its time for some over the top reaction. I wanted to crack a smile on him. " I freeze and scream out wtf is that?! and stuttering his name loudly" He laughs so hard. As we get to the car...he says "how did you know. You called it" He pays for my boot. we sit under the cloudy night sky by some bistro outdoor seating waiting .
The next morning, I realized I am him. I literally absorbed all his states and emotions. He texted me "good morning these cookies are delicious" to which i sent him a meme of lama "my last brain cell working". He responds "I hope I wasn't too intense last night" and for some reason that text, given i was using his drives/emotions from the previous night" and suddenly felt he was so selfish. I told him that I can't keep being a resource to someone, that I came out under the impression that it was mutual and that I am not capable of feeling the burden of every woman's mistakes. That I sincerely wish him the best..even if its not with me.
He replies "you are special" "i'm just coming out of my own" to which I said "yep..that's understandable"
Weeks go by now its present time.
I am seriously going through the ups and downs of my growth, complete turmoil, questioning my decisions. Should I have sent that text? I told myself to not allow this opportunity to go to waste when I left the project in 2021. I'm crying, I start realizing more and more how insecure I am. Why is his actions determination of my worth? rejection and abandonment issues arise. Now I decided to follow my angel numbers and decided to face my challenges LIVE. Instead of avoiding and ignoring these issues, I decided to just message him ...my vulnerability and thoughts about us regardless what his reaction could be on his end. I kept going back and forth why he is deceptive during our date and why some questions disappeared into thin air. But I marched on anyway. Essentially, I said that we were meant to be in each others lives, regardless of outcome, or if we were to find love or not.
To my surprise, on his end, he made some changes. He was out of town taking care of his mother and I told him that if you're up for it, lets grab coffee to catch up. He replies "I'd really like that" this is the first time I think he attempted to be open with his feelings.
Last night, I had a dream I was in a MALL again...across from me, I See him barging in with a walk of conviction and went straight to the escalator. His face was grey and almost falling off. I texted him to see if he was okay and told him about the dream. He was very different this time around, he was receptive, he changed and started to act on my running away text. He started to ask me questions, how I am doing which fixes the initial issue of not being special and feeling used. How interesting we are meeting our growth goals at the same time. A mall represents changes/ new ideas/ values etc. How interesting we are constantly in a mall and how reflective that is in our reality.
We are hanging out this Saturday :-)
I can only hope we meet our challenges whenever that may be, romance would be nice, having a life together. But I'm just glad I'm in this experience...

(this will be long but detailed like a romance novel)
For most of my life, I was faced with obstacles and hardships. But always believed in my capacity to change. Without this belief, I wouldn't be here now telling you all my story...and the ultimate reunion with him...I wonder would it be better if were to tell you all my story of us individually ? Though my hunch is its best to get straight to it. what I'm hoping for is that anyone here was wondering if their TF is their real TF or how others journey is going. I think by being pedantically transparent can be left for others to interpret. Personally, the common themes of my TF experience so far is...its never been a feeling of having to be together as a goal but having true company...true growth. Its a pure love for another human. We are learning a great deal from one another and on heading the same trajectory. I'm leaving out my signs that we both are connected. I hope my story reflects the layers of duality.
In 2020, everything from the universe was telling me to slow down. I had sprained both my ankles and was out for much of the year and on top of that had to sit with all my decisions. Upon doing a life assessment, I found both my self love/worth and strength of convictions and the courage to navigate new decisions. Out with the old and completely in with the new. When an idea dies, it truly dies. I buried that year: the old parts of me, friendships, career, habits, yadda yadda.
2021 emerges, I'm working on the same Project and was arranging my pay rate with this , at this point unbeknownst to me, my TF. Our communication from the get go was easy and smooth. Though we also had obviously annoyances. He would control when I get information (getting in my way) which affected my jobs at some points but most part it was interesting. Upon meeting at a location for the first time (work related), We both had our face masks. As he enters ... I say his name and look at his eyes. There was a long silence and what seemed to be an instant knowingness. At that moment, I was quite in disbelief as I haven't been in a relationship for 8 years. I wanted to know who I was in my entirety and to truly know what its like to be in a relationship with myself. This being said, I thought nothing of it and made a small fleeting note. "hmm?" He just kept staring at my eyes. I believe this is when we read "love at first sight" or "attraction at first sight" and completely recognition.
Each week he would try to talk with me, though I found he was a bit suspicious. I would be really outwardly weird, reactive by being surprised to indifferent. This would go on for weeks, he gave up and ignored me, then I realized I didn't need to be so cold. But its like, how am I in that current moment take all this "mystical" "magical" "fairytale" type connection ? Anyways...I started studying him, I found it was quite easy to know who he is. Everyone says "he's so calm" that he is. But I also sensed is anxieties, when he is trying to investigate me but covering up that he needs some work document, I simply, understand without fuss, what's really going on underneath the surface. I was sitting at a desk listening to someone and I quickly knew my TF was walking pass my office. As he is passing, time completely stops, i was bothered by him looking at him so I gave him an angry eye stare (with face mask) show down but suddenly my eyes soften and we are in trance. On our project, we had a 2 week break for the holidays...Upon return it is now 2022
2022: Upon return, he was indifferent to my eccentricities, I took the break to sit with myself as to how to approach him in the new year...I asked him how his break was....he looks down takes a deep sigh. And for the longest time...it seems he is reflecting and withholding. For some reason, I KNEW he was with a karmic. He didn't seem happy and was quite tired. He replies that it was very....and to which I expressed by cutting off mid-sentence "tiring and instead of rejuvenation" ....he goes "exactly" This right here is when I truly believed that this experience is special. At this point, I didn't really think of him as TF. In fact, I didn't really believe in this concept till now.
One day TF bumps into me by some stairs, It surprised me and as he is walking by he tells me simply "Its okay, I'm the same way"...I look back as he is walking up the stairs and we look into each others eyes. We go back to our busy work day. I felt so sad honestly, was less focused on him and more on how to get off the project and endure my condescending bosses. I also was quite touched by his integrity and compassion and forgiveness. I felt completely accepted by him and I to him.
The day came when the projected was completed, I was onto another one. The last day I went into his office and wanted to express my gratitude. Of course he wasn't there, he is overseeing two projects at the same time...I walked away that show feeling renewed hope. That this "TF" , again unbeknownst to me at that time, was a beacon...Finally...there is someone out there that does get me and accepts me. I was sad that I didn't take the opportunity sooner and left with an important lesson.
"Don't ever give up, Own who you are even if there will be those that don't like you, but there will be someone out there for me again. And when that happens, I won't allow my weirdness to stop me"
There was no connection or reason to reach out as it wasn't a practical tangible and socially acceptable to do so. We really didn't build anything but having small fleeting moments. So I go on and do my life...
Meanwhile, Throughout this experience I've had vivid dreams. 2021 our first meeting and upon knowing he is in a relationship with his karmic. I had a dream where we were at a MALL and he was following me (just like he was in real life...investigating me...putting me on ice for later) I look back at him and suddenly , the concrete structures of the mall slowly , like soft clouds, moved to block us.
2022 I had a dream where I was at this apartment complex for a party, I get back into a vehicle to then someone saying "you need to go back and get your stuff because there is no going back". I go back to the apartment knock on the door and to my surprise a skinny woman with long black hair and a blurred face opens the door. MY TF is in the BG and so very distinct. Suddenly, I'm transported into a 1940's traditional American home...where the interiors were wood crafted beams, crown moldings, leather arm chairs. bartenders with bow tie and vest. The same woman asks me " are you here to party?! let me know you around!" she guides me everywhere then MY TF appears and was so vivid. I left the party through a window and down a vine lattice.
2023 Now all this time in this story, we didn't talk with one another. It was a short period and we moved on. I'm doing my own projects and then unemployed, struggling to find work. While, on his end ..his karmic and him broke up in may. In which, I had another dream.
We were just talking about astrophotography, it was now just him and I. In a white room with aluminum framed windows and a glass desk. He then asked me "so how's your career going?" then I woke up feeling unworthy of him. That he is right...how can I be in a relationship if my own life isn't together?
Toward the end of 2023, I accidentally butt dialed him. A few days later, he texts me back "did I get a miss call from you? :-)" I knew he was interested to get to know me. But he was traveling around...at this point I wasn't aware he broke up with his gf...and that he was going through so much. I would want to talk on the phone vs text but felt he was very avoidant of me. Essentially, one day he said he was available to talk on a sunday. I took a break from work to call him. He never answered nor did he even get back in touch with me. I figured oh well move on.
2024 4 weeks ago .I'm reactivating my facebook and to see he added me as a friend and we started chatting again briefly on messenger. During the messages, he would try to bait me to go to someones memorial. It seemed he wanted to see me but went a round about way of doing so. I told him I wouldn't want to go as its dishonest. I didn't know here at all. We talked about our ideas on opportunity, what it means to live . I was only on there to find a job and to reconnect with some contacts. Since it wasn't useful, I closed it. He then hunted me down outside facebook "I tried messenging you on fb and it says i'm blocked" to which I replied "I deactivated as ALL those annoying strangers and ads". Since then we have been chatting on text. BUT hes very controlling ...I can sense him fighting being transparent. We just shooting the shit and I told him I was baking cookies to which I come to discover he has serious control issues with sweets. Now the other bait, He wanted me to bake him something and that we could meet up to just talk.
We finally reunite 3 weeks ago...it was an interesting deep night. Ranging from philosophy, values, beliefs on parenting, he ranted though on and on about all his women friends and his ex. I knew then...that tonight isn't for us ...its for him. I felt more like a resource because of what he didn't want to talk about "us" and how detailed he got with his ex. Saying things like "and she was beautiful" ..."I feel regret....I don't trust anyone with who doesn't have regret" to suddenly cutting him off here and there to change it around. Everything combined I thought he was regretting his break up. He was quite rude when I expressed "Since you are sharing yours, I should share you mine" after all he wanted to get to know my journey. But the night was anything but his. He says "not necessarily" and to which I respond "but these stories are for your healing and lesson" NOW i got his attention.
Time again froze, It seemed like we just sat down but its now been 4 hours. He shared his stories of not only exes now, how his father died when he was 16 and my was abuse and homelessness etc. We even cried during these reflective sharing's. Now the place is about to close, I still wanted more time with him. We went over to a diner across the street. As we sit, there is so many details I'm trying to leave out that shows his protection of me. From a waiter being passive aggressive that we aren't ordering anything. Now we are into our conversations, he changes his word regret to remorse...and connecting it to his present moment of deciding new priorities/ ideas. We go on and on to eventually having some light moments of talking about the countries flags decor and trying to guess what country is what flag. Suddenly, I get some intuition that we should check on our cars...we leave and again time froze its now been 4 hours but it felt like we just sat down. Our cars ended up being booted lol as if the universe is saying keep sticking to each other. As we walk across, he notices this crazy furry item , I knew he was trying to prevent me from being scared. AND I knew that its time for some over the top reaction. I wanted to crack a smile on him. " I freeze and scream out wtf is that?! and stuttering his name loudly" He laughs so hard. As we get to the car...he says "how did you know. You called it" He pays for my boot. we sit under the cloudy night sky by some bistro outdoor seating waiting .
The next morning, I realized I am him. I literally absorbed all his states and emotions. He texted me "good morning these cookies are delicious" to which i sent him a meme of lama "my last brain cell working". He responds "I hope I wasn't too intense last night" and for some reason that text, given i was using his drives/emotions from the previous night" and suddenly felt he was so selfish. I told him that I can't keep being a resource to someone, that I came out under the impression that it was mutual and that I am not capable of feeling the burden of every woman's mistakes. That I sincerely wish him the best..even if its not with me.
He replies "you are special" "i'm just coming out of my own" to which I said "yep..that's understandable"
Weeks go by now its present time.
I am seriously going through the ups and downs of my growth, complete turmoil, questioning my decisions. Should I have sent that text? I told myself to not allow this opportunity to go to waste when I left the project in 2021. I'm crying, I start realizing more and more how insecure I am. Why is his actions determination of my worth? rejection and abandonment issues arise. Now I decided to follow my angel numbers and decided to face my challenges LIVE. Instead of avoiding and ignoring these issues, I decided to just message him ...my vulnerability and thoughts about us regardless what his reaction could be on his end. I kept going back and forth why he is deceptive during our date and why some questions disappeared into thin air. But I marched on anyway. Essentially, I said that we were meant to be in each others lives, regardless of outcome, or if we were to find love or not.
To my surprise, on his end, he made some changes. He was out of town taking care of his mother and I told him that if you're up for it, lets grab coffee to catch up. He replies "I'd really like that" this is the first time I think he attempted to be open with his feelings.
Last night, I had a dream I was in a MALL again...across from me, I See him barging in with a walk of conviction and went straight to the escalator. His face was grey and almost falling off. I texted him to see if he was okay and told him about the dream. He was very different this time around, he was receptive, he changed and started to act on my running away text. He started to ask me questions, how I am doing which fixes the initial issue of not being special and feeling used. How interesting we are meeting our growth goals at the same time. A mall represents changes/ new ideas/ values etc. How interesting we are constantly in a mall and how reflective that is in our reality.
We are hanging out this Saturday :-)
I can only hope we meet our challenges whenever that may be, romance would be nice, having a life together. But I'm just glad I'm in this experience...

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