12 Years Ago…

 


The Rise of Twin Instagram Stars

Meet Ava and Leah, once dubbed the “most beautiful twins in the world.” Their Instagram account has been on a meteoric rise, amassing over 1.8 million followers. Jaqi Clements, the proud mother of these stunning girls, shared how their social media fame took off swiftly after its creation.

From Birth to Stardom

Right from birth, these adorable twins were affectionately called “beautiful.” At the age of just six months, they had already garnered nearly 150,000 followers on Instagram. Their popularity further skyrocketed when the Daily Mail featured an article about them. Since then, their account has grown exponentially, reaching the impressive milestone of 1.8 million followers and counting.

A Whirlwind of Excitement

This past year has been an exhilarating ride for Ava and Leah. They’ve enjoyed various perks, including private shopping experiences and receiving gifts from brands around the world. Meeting fans and making friends along the way have been equally significant for them, as their mother, Jaqi, shared earlier this year.

Balancing Stardom and Education

As a doting mother, Jaqi ensures that her daughters excel in both their school and social life. When it comes to work commitments, she expertly manages their schedules to avoid any disruptions to their education. Any jobs booked through Instagram are scheduled on weekends or after school hours, with a teacher on set to assist with their studies.

Juggling Work and Play

The girls’ modeling engagements often require them to travel to Los Angeles, which is a two-hour drive from their home. Jaqi always makes sure to turn these workdays into memorable experiences by arranging fun outings with friends or treating them to special lunches or dinners. On non-working days, the twins focus on school, followed by swim practice, dance classes, or playful adventures with their neighborhood friends.

The Magical Age of 7

When Ava and Leah turned seven, their mother sensed that it was the perfect time to sign them up with a modeling agency. Believing in the significance of the number 7 and trusting her intuition, Jaqi embarked on this new chapter for her daughters.

Blessings in Beauty

As every mother cherishes the gift of having a child, Jaqi feels doubly blessed to have two little angels with such breathtaking beauty. As Ava and Leah grow, we wish them a joyous childhood filled with playfulness and carefree moments.

Nina pushed open the heavy school doors, stepping into the long corridor.

 The stark brightness of the fluorescent lights, which threw a sterile, dull glow over the school hallway, did little to cheer Nina up. She seemed unaffected by the warmth of the springtime surroundings, which included blossoming trees, singing birds, and an awakening world. Classmates’ laughter filled the hallways as they talked about prom dresses, getting accepted to universities, and their bright futures. However, Nina never truly felt like she belonged there; she was merely a shadow that moved among them.


She had been known as the pauper since first grade. It began as snickers and whispers in the playground but quickly developed into nasty taunts. The boys made fun of her worn-out shoes and shabby clothes, claiming she “lived off crumbs.” The girls were equally cruel, mocking her and saying she would always be impoverished. Nina initially attempted self-defense, but she soon discovered that doing so only served to increase their brutality. She wore hand-me-downs and a coat that was always a size too big, while the majority of her classmates were from wealthy families and showed off their designer clothes, weekend getaways overseas, and the newest technology.

Her most agonizing recollection dates back to first grade, when her parents managed to scrape together enough cash to buy her a lovely pink dress filled with ruffles and bows for her birthday. She had come to school with a smile on her face and a sense of specialness, only to have the girls call it “cheap” and the boys smear paint on it. Life had other ideas, even though her mother had promised to buy her another one. Money was never enough.

Then her mother passed away, which was the greatest blow of all. Their house became unbearably quiet as the warmth dwindled. Her father turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism for his grief. What was once a cozy and humorous place turned into a gloomy, stuffy room filled with empty bottles and dashed hopes. Nina did her best to keep her composure. She tried her hardest in school, cleaned, and cooked, but she felt as though she was drowning.

She reluctantly mentioned the impending graduation ceremony one evening. “Dad, I was considering… I want to purchase a prom dress. Just something pleasant, nothing spectacular.

Her father rubbed his temples and sighed. “What’s the matter, Nina? Who are you attempting to win over?

She sobbed into her pillow that night. Bitterly, she thought, I don’t need much. Just a little assistance. simply to feel important.

A Job and a Helping Hand
Nina went outside to get some fresh air because she couldn’t stand the weight in her heart. She almost ran into their elderly neighbor, Inna Romanovna, near the entrance of their apartment building. Inna was a good-hearted woman who had frequently shared hot meals with her when her father was too distraught to do so.

Inna scowled as she saw Nina’s tear-streaked face. “Dear, what’s wrong?”

Nina initially shook her head, not wanting to put any more strain on her. However, Inna persevered, and at last, Nina muttered, “Graduation is approaching. and all I wanted was to mimic everyone else. Only for a single evening.

Inna gave a knowing nod. The local hospital is in need of janitors if you’re willing to put in the effort. Although it’s not glamorous, the work is sincere.

Nina made up her mind that night. She applied for the job the following day.

It was difficult to juggle work and school. Evenings were spent cleaning hospital floors, and mornings were spent enduring classmates’ sneers and jeers. Her back hurt and her hands were blistered, but she held fast to the idea that she would be proud to attend that prom.

Word got out, of course. The bullying intensified when some classmates saw her going to the hospital.

As Nina passed by, Svetlova, the school’s queen bee, grinned. “So, Nina,” she yelled, “are you going to wear a janitor’s uniform to prom?”

The group burst out laughing, but Nina remained unflinching. She turned and said, “I’ll be there,” meeting Svetlova’s eyes directly. I might even be the prom queen.

There was silence in the room. Then, as if at the same moment, they laughed again, but this time their laughter was accompanied by uncertainty. Nina was unconcerned. She left with a quiet assurance.

A Little Deed of Generosity, A Huge Benefit
She saw a young boy sobbing close to the hospital’s entrance one evening. He had scraped his knee after falling off his scooter. His nanny appeared overburdened as she attempted to soothe him. Nina was kneeling next to him, caring for his wound.

“There, everything is better,” she uttered quietly.

Despite sniffling, the boy managed to smile a little. His nanny expressed her gratitude by saying, “If only his parents were as patient and kind as you are.”

At the time, Nina didn’t give it much thought. She was unaware that this would be the turning point in her life.

The Crown, the Prom, and the Dress
Something changed in her father when he witnessed her resolve. He gave her his first paycheck from a seasonal job he had taken one evening.

He pressed several bills into her hands and said, “Here.” “Make use of this for your gown.”

Tears welled up in Nina’s eyes. “I’m grateful, Dad.”

She purchased a light-blue dress with a tulle overlay that was understated yet stylish. Her father escorted her to the school on the night of graduation, wearing an old suit that was well-ironed and clean-shaven. A silence descended upon the crowd as they entered the ballroom.

Is that Nina?” a voice murmured.

Even Svetlova’s self-assured smile faltered.

The prom queen announcement followed. The air was filled with gasps when Nina’s name was called.

Svetlova’s expression darkened as Nina, radiant and composed, took the stage.

The hall erupted in cheers as soon as the crown was put on her head.

A Future Filled With Opportunities
“I wish Mom could see me,” she muttered as she and her father danced a waltz that evening.

“She does, my love,” he whispered. “She has always done so.”

Nina started her nursing studies in the ensuing months. Life then took another unexpected turn when Igor, the father of the hospitalized little boy, personally thanked her. Their chats evolved into friendship, which in turn led to love.

He once knelt down in front of her and offered her a ring. “Get married to me.”

She whispered, “Yes,” her eyes welling with tears of happiness.

Nina saw her image in the mirror as she stood in a bridal salon picking out her wedding gown. She had made her own way and was no longer the girl who was made fun of and denigrated.

She grinned and said to herself, “I’ve come a long way.”

My Husband Humiliated Me for Years. One Day, I Decided It Was Enough.

 As I anxiously remove the cheesecake from the oven, the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon permeates the room. Even though I know the recipe by heart, my hands shake a little as I check it again. I tell myself that it must be flawless this time.


“The guests are anticipating dessert, Andrei!” As usual, his voice comes from the living room, impatient and patronizing.

I garnished the cheesecake with fresh raspberries after carefully cutting it. Every action is planned, and his words from the last family meal are still ringing in my head, making me more anxious: “As usual, clumsy hands.” Not even able to properly cut a cake.

His parents, sister, and her husband all greet me with courteous smiles as soon as I walk into the living room. Only his mother gives me her typical squint of disapproval.

“Look, there’s our tiny chef!” Andrei declares with a grin that is more incisive than any slight. “Hopefully, she didn’t let us down with another catastrophe this time.”

I set the plates down without a word, avoiding their eyes. The first person to try it is Andrei. I hold my breath as the moment lengthens.

With a dramatic grimace, he starts, “Hmm.” “This? Is this what you call a cheesecake? Bony dry! I’ve told you a hundred times: don’t go above 160 degrees. Even for you, it isn’t that difficult.

I start to apologize, but he interrupts.

To be honest, how difficult is it to follow a recipe? I sometimes feel that I would have been better off marrying someone who is skilled in the kitchen.

There’s a burst of awkward, muted laughter, but it still happens. I stand frozen, heat rising in my cheeks, my grip tightening on the tray.

I stand in front of our bedroom mirror that evening as the house becomes quiet. I can’t recognize the woman staring back at me. Her eyes are dead, her shoulders are hunched, and her face is pale. Where had the happy, intelligent girl gone who had once dreamed of happiness and love?

Andrei’s arrogant and contemptuous voice echoes from the living room:

“Isn’t it unbelievable? Once more, she made a mess of the cheesecake. I’m not sure how to handle her.

Something snaps inside. Silently, but irrevocably.

I hardly slept at all that night. My thoughts are clear for the first time in a decade. A simple but terrifying plan starts to take shape.

Andrei awakens the following morning strapped to the bed. He has a sharp, incredulous voice.

“Have you gone insane, Masha? Get me untied!

For the first time in years, I am at ease as I stand above him.

Ten years is a long time to put up with your cruelty, Andrei, I say, running a finger down his cheek. However, it’s also enough time to pick up some new skills. similar to how to prepare the ideal cheesecake.

His tone wavers as fear creeps in as he tries to give me orders. “This isn’t amusing. Let me go!

“Oh, I’m serious. You enjoy doing that, don’t you? Make fun of me, degrade me, and make me feel insignificant. I speak steadily as I pace the room.

I describe all the times he broke me, including during our wedding, family dinners, and even after my miscarriages. As I speak, his face goes white. This time, he’s paying attention.

“Andrei, you destroyed every aspect of me that used to feel alive. However, that is no longer the case.

He freaks out when I begin packing. “You can’t go! What are people going to say? How about me?

With my suitcase in hand, I turn to face him. “That is now your issue. Allow your mother to instruct you in cheesecake baking.

I message his sister before I leave, saying, “Come by the house in a few hours.” Under the mat is the key.

His cries and threats fade into silence as I shut the door behind me. I look in the mirror in the hallway—bright eyes, a resolute smile. I feel free for the first time in ten years.

A week later, I’m enjoying a hot chocolate in a quaint café on the outskirts of Barcelona. Like the pastries on the counter, the aroma of freedom is sweet. My phone is constantly buzzing with messages from neighbors, mutual friends, and even Andrei’s family. I disregard them all.

My attention is drawn to an email:

We would love to talk about publishing your story because we are interested in it.

I look at The Story of a Marriage, the draft I’ve been putting my all into, and I smile. It’s an honest, therapeutic, and unvarnished story that I hope will encourage other women to take back their lives.

After several months, I finally open my own bakery. I inherited the business from José, the benevolent old baker who taught me everything I know. I now make cheesecakes, croissants, and tarts every morning; they are all perfect, but they are made for people who value them.

A Russian magazine with a picture of Andrei and his new girlfriend is resting on a table by the window. A Redemptive Story: A Businessman Considers His Errors. I chuckle and throw it in the garbage.

My phone rings. A woman from a support center is there.

“Maria, so many women have been inspired by your book. Would you give a speech at one of our gatherings?

“Obviously,” I say with a smile.

I sit on my balcony that night and watch the sun set over the ocean. The future is bright and the air is warm. For years, I believed that getting Andrei’s approval and pleasing other people were the main goals of my life. I know better now.

No dessert I’ve ever made tastes as sweet as freedom. What’s the best part? I will never forget this recipe.

AS A SINGLE MOM WORKING AT A DINER, I LOST SIGHT OF MY SON—WHAT HE SAID TO A FIREFIGHTER LEFT US ALL IN TEARS

 

Working at a small diner means juggling a million things at once, and sometimes that includes getting creative with childcare. When my babysitter canceled at the last minute, I had no choice but to bring my four-year-old son, Micah, to work with me. It was Halloween, and he was thrilled to wear his firefighter costume—red helmet, coat, and all. I set him up with crayons and a grilled cheese in a back booth, reminding him to stay put while I handled the dinner rush.

Somewhere between refilling coffee and taking orders, I glanced over at his seat—and he was gone.

Panic hit me like a freight train. I called his name, rushed to the backroom, checked under tables. Nothing. My heart pounded as I bolted toward the kitchen, desperate to find him.

And then I saw him.

Micah was in the arms of an actual firefighter, a tall, broad-shouldered man still in his uniform. But he wasn’t just holding my son—he was crying. Silent tears streamed down his face as he clutched Micah to his chest.

The entire kitchen had gone still. The cook, the dishwasher, even a couple of customers peeking in from the counter—all frozen, watching.

I moved forward, ready to grab my son, but before I could speak, Micah looked up at the man and said, clear as day, “It’s okay. You saved them. My daddy says you’re a hero.”

The firefighter sucked in a sharp breath. His grip on Micah tightened just for a second before he gently set him down.

I stood there, speechless. My husband—Micah’s father—had been a firefighter, too. He’d died in a fire last year. I had never told Micah much about the details, only that his dad had been brave. Somehow, in a way I couldn’t comprehend, my son had pieced together something profound.

The firefighter wiped his face and crouched to Micah’s level. His voice cracked when he asked, “Who’s your daddy, buddy?”

Micah answered, and the man’s expression completely crumbled.

“He was my best friend,” he whispered, barely audible. “We went through training together. He… he saved my life once.”

I pressed a hand to my chest, unable to breathe. My husband had told me stories about his crew, but I had never met them all. Now, in the middle of a busy diner, I was witnessing a man who had carried his own grief, just as we had.

Micah, still unaware of the weight of the moment, gave the firefighter a bright smile. “Daddy says you don’t have to be sad. He says you did your best.”

A deep, shuddering breath filled the space between them. The firefighter nodded, unable to speak for a long moment. When he finally found his voice, it was barely above a whisper. “Thank you, little man.”

Something shifted in the air, something unspoken but heavy with meaning. I realized that Micah’s words had given this man something I had struggled to find for myself—peace.

The rest of the night blurred together. The firefighter, whose name I learned was Tyler, stayed for a while, nursing a coffee he barely touched. Before he left, he knelt beside Micah and reached into his pocket.

“This belonged to your dad,” he said, placing a small, silver badge in Micah’s palm. The edges were worn, but it still gleamed under the diner’s fluorescent lights. “He gave it to me for luck, but I think you should have it now.”

I covered my mouth with my hands, barely holding back a sob. My husband had once mentioned giving his badge to a friend before his final shift, but I had never known who.

Micah’s face lit up as he gripped the badge tightly. “Thank you! I’m gonna keep it forever.”

Tyler stood, his eyes meeting mine. His voice was quiet but firm. “He was a hell of a man,” he said. “And he’d be so proud of both of you.”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just nodded.

That night, after work, I sat beside Micah as he lay in bed, still clutching the badge against his chest.

“Mommy, Daddy’s still watching, right?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and kissed his forehead. “Always, baby. Always.”

As I turned off the light, I realized something I hadn’t before—love doesn’t end with loss. It lingers in memories, in unexpected connections, in small silver badges passed down through time.

Sometimes, the people we love find a way to remind us that we are never truly alone.

And sometimes, all it takes is the pure, unwavering faith of a child to help us see it. ❤️

My Son Paid for Me during Our Family Trip but Then His Ultimatum Just Killed Me

 Linda, a grandmother who cherished moments of solitude amidst the joyful chaos of her grandsons’ visits, found herself at the center of a familial storm during a planned vacation with her son, Gideon, and his family. Initially thrilled by Gideon’s generous invitation, Linda packed her bags eagerly, looking forward to quality time with her loved ones.


Gideon’s offer to cover all expenses for the family trip seemed like a dream come true for Linda, who hesitated initially due to concerns about financial responsibility and the suitability of the destination for young children. However, reassured by Gideon’s assurances and the promise of a family-focused vacation, Linda accepted the invitation on the condition that she would not be responsible for babysitting duties during the trip.

As the vacation unfolded, Linda reveled in the cultural experiences and cherished moments with her grandsons during the day. However, tensions arose when Gideon approached her with a request to babysit the children in the evenings, disrupting the agreed-upon arrangement. Despite Linda’s attempts to assert her boundaries and remind Gideon of their agreement, he insisted that she help out, leading to a heated confrontation that left Linda feeling hurt and betrayed.

Faced with the painful choice between compromising her boundaries and standing firm in her convictions, Linda made the difficult decision to leave the vacation early, opting to prioritize her emotional well-being over familial expectations. Despite facing backlash from Gideon and his family, Linda remained steadfast in her belief that self-respect and personal boundaries were non-negotiable.

In the aftermath of the vacation debacle, Linda grappled with feelings of guilt and uncertainty, questioning whether she had overreacted or acted in haste. However, she remained resolute in her decision, recognizing the importance of advocating for her needs and asserting her autonomy within familial relationships.

Ultimately, Linda’s story serves as a poignant reminder of the complexities inherent in navigating family dynamics and the importance of prioritizing self-care and emotional well-being, even in the face of familial pressure and expectations.

‘Most beautiful twins in the world’ are now stunning young teens

 Leah Rose and Ava Marie Clements celebrated their 7th birthday in 2017 by creating an Instagram account that exploded overnight with followers who were stunned by their breathtaking beauty.


The California girls – frequently called the “most beautiful twins in the world”, now 14, are internationally recognized child models, with a story as captivating as their angelic looks.

In 2017, Jaqi Clements made a decision to post pictures of her identical twin daughters, Leah and Ava on social media. Initially, the posts were just a way to share their lives with friends and family. However the netizens quickly took notice of their extraordinary beauty, and the account began to gain traction.

The twins’ charm and natural beauty resonated with people, and soon, modeling agencies and brands started reaching out. That simple Instagram page turned into a powerful platform that would redefine their lives.

“Instagram was something that I hadn’t used much before starting an account for the girls,” the mom of three writes in a blog post. “If you would have asked me 6 months ago if 300,000 followers was a lot…I wouldn’t have had a clue.”

Now the twin sisters have almost 3 million followers on Instagram and Facebook, along with high-profile partnerships with brands like Disney, Nike, and Target, cementing their status as top child models.

Criticism

The Clements family faced significant criticism from people who questioned the parents’ decision to allow their twin daughters to pursue modeling at such a young age.

Jaqi firmly defended her choice. She explained that modeling was the twins’ dream, not something imposed on them. She emphasized that she and her husband, Kevin, were not profiting off their daughters but were instead making personal financial sacrifices to support the girls in following their passion.

“I didn’t decide that my girls were going to start modeling, they did. And if the day ever comes that they want to move on to something else, I will 100% support their decision to do that.”, Jaqi writes.

In October 2019, the Clements twins’ Instagram account, which had already gained millions of followers because of their modeling success, became a lifeline for their father.

The Clements family’s lives took an unexpected turn when Kevin, the father of three and head swim coach at a local high school, began feeling what he thought was a mild cold.

Kevin, then 39, was diagnosed with T-cell acute lymphoblastic leukemia/lymphoma.

The twins, determined to help, harnessed the power of social media, oping to find a match among their millions of followers for their dad’s life-saving bone marrow transplant.

“If he gets a transplant, his cancer will go away quicker,” Ava told People in 2019.

Leah added, “People are so sweet to want to help my dad. The more people that get tested the better.”

Thousands of people responded to the twin’s pleas to help their dad, and though Kevin found a match in his brother Chris, the followers who offered their support were added to a national registry to help other patients.

Ava and Leah are now stunning 14-year-olds who continue to model and engage with their ever-growing fan base. The sisters’ journey from local models to international sensations is a testament to their hard work, charm, and the unwavering support of their family.

Balancing their successful modeling careers with family, education, and advocacy, Leah and Ava have proven that they are more than just pretty faces – they are an inspiration to many and as they continue to evolve, the world eagerly awaits what’s next for these remarkable young stars.

Dr. Ricchard Scolyer ‘Cancer-Free’ One Year After Using Treatment Based On His Own Research

 


A breakthrough in cancer treatment has come from the heart of Australia as Professor Richard Scolyer of the University of Sydney celebrates a victory over a terminal brain tumor. Last June, Scolyer was given a diagnosis of stage 4 glioblastoma, a condition considered incurable. But recent updates of his case have revealed an inspiring turn of events. The treatment was pioneered partly by Scolyer himself and offers hope to countless patients battling similar diagnoses.1

From Diagnosis to Determination

Richard Scolyer in MRI machine
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Richard Scolyer’s journey began in May of 2023 during his travels across Europe for some medical conferences. A seizure in Poland led to the discovery of an aggressive glioblastoma in his brain. This marked the onset of an uphill battle against a previously unbeatable adversary. An ominously grim prognosis was laid out for the esteemed pathologist. But undeterred by the bleak outlook, Scolyer journeyed to defy the odds, using his expertise and resources to make a way forward to potential salvation.

Pioneering Treatment Protocols

Richard Scolyer sitting near MRI machine
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Central to his journey is the collaborative effort between medical pioneers at the Melanoma Institute Australia and his esteemed colleague, Dr. Georgina Long. Drawing on their extensive immunotherapy knowledge, the duo pioneered a treatment regimen designed to fight Richard Scolyer’s aggressive tumor. This approach uses pre and post-surgery immunotherapy drugs and has been heralded as a paradigm shift in cancer care. By using the body’s immune system to target malignant cells, this new style represents a renewed hope amongst glioblastoma patients.

Tailored Vaccines and Therapeutic Strategies

Richard Scolyer
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Scolyer was able to benefit from the vaccine as it was specifically made to align with his specific tumor. However, the new method doesn’t just amplify current immunotherapy strategies; it also shows how powerfully precise oncology is when it comes to therapeutic decision-making. Complementing the vaccine, Scolyer went through rigorous courses of radiotherapy after having the tumor removed.

Trials and Triumphs

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It’s important not to gloss over the process, as Scolyer’s recovery was rife with adversity. He suffered from debilitating epileptic seizures, complications like liver dysfunction, as well as pneumonia. The first few phases of his treatment were difficult, but Scolyer persevered. Eventually, he was able to reclaim bits and pieces of normalcy, as he candidly shared via social media.

A Message of Hope

Richard Scolyer
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Today, a sense of cautious optimism grows as Dr. Scolyer basks in the joy from his latest MRI scan (without a single sign of any tumor recurrences). While acknowledging that his battle against brain cancer is far from over, there is solace in the fact that he is still alive today – and tumor-free. With a renewed zest for life, he is a testament to the indomitable human spirit. As his triumph stands as a new medical marvel, Dr. Scolyer’s story reminds us of the power of perseverance, collaboration, and hope in the face of adversity.