A heartwarming video captures the moment a young man reunited with his father after 14 years of separation, with the emotional highlight being the dad personally cooking a meal for his son.

A heartwarming video captures the moment a young man reunited with his father after 14 years of separation, with the emotional highlight being the dad personally cooking a meal for his son.

Ibinabo Fiberesima has shown love to her baby daddy, Fred Amata, online only days after she took photos with his first wife, Agatha. This move got people talking. Photos in comments. Photos: @ibinabo.fiberesima, @fredoamata / IG

The tallest man in recorded history is Robert Wadlow, at 8’ 11”. He weighed 480 pounds and wore a size 36 shoe. He had the appropriate job of advertising for a shoe company. He is listed in the Guinness Book of Records. He was measured three weeks before he died and was almost nine feet tall. He was born February 22, 1918 in Alton, Illinois weighing a near normal 8.7 pounds. His greatest weight was 491 pounds. His hands were about thirteen inches from the wrist to top of the middle finger and his shoes were size 37AA, that's more than eighteen inches long. Before International Shoe Company provided free shoes, they cost $100.00 a pair (in today's money that's six to seven hundred dollars). Wadlow was still growing when he died. During a trip he and his father were visiting 800 towns in 41 states for the shoe company. His dad removed the front passenger seat so Robert could sit in the back seat and stretch out his long legs. In kindergarten he was 5'6'' tall, wearing clothing that would fit a 17-year-old boy. In 1929 he had his first medical checkup where the family was told that the boy had an over active pituitary gland. Too late for Robert, medical science today can compensate for the problem. In 1931 he was the largest Boy Scout in the world at 7'4" weighing 270 pounds. The "Gentle Giant" died July 15, 1940. Wowww!!!!

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Not my Dad trying to start a Father-Son conversation this evening. 🤍🤍🥹

NO ONE IS HOME Episode 1: The Empty House As I walked up the path to my best friend Emily's house, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The curtains were open, and the front door was slightly ajar, creaking gently in the wind. I pushed it open and called out, "Emily? Are you home?" Silence. I stepped inside, my heart racing. The house was spotless, but an eerie feeling lingered. Every step echoed through the empty halls. I checked the living room, kitchen, and bedrooms. No sign of Emily or her family. Suddenly, I heard a faint whisper: "No one is home." I spun around, but there was no one there. The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. I tried to convince myself it was just the wind, but the words sent chills down my spine. I decided to leave, but as I turned to exit, I noticed: - Emily's phone on the coffee table, displaying a text: "I'm right behind you." - A family photo with Emily's face scratched out. - A child's drawing on the fridge: "Mommy went away. Daddy went away. I'm alone." A chill ran down my spine. Where was Emily? Why was her phone still here? I ventured deeper into the house, searching for clues. The air grew thick with tension. In Emily's room: - Her bed was made, but with an unsettling precision. - Her favorite doll lay on the floor, its glassy eyes staring up at me. - A piece of paper on her desk read: "Don't look in the basement." My heart pounded. What was Emily hiding? Suddenly, footsteps creaked from below. Heavy. Deliberate. "No one is home... except you," the whisper seemed to come from the basement. Fear gripped me. I had to get out. As I turned to flee, I saw Emily's face in the window reflection, standing right behind me. But when I spun around, no one was there. _To Be Continued..._

"I got a call during the match(half time ) last night that my dad has gone 😥, I managed to keep with a broken 💔 heart. Rest in heaven dad, oh God accept his soul.😥😥😥😥😥😥" Stanley Nwabali. May God accept your Father's soul. Amen 🙏. #stanleynwabali #NFF #ChippaUnited

There is this mirror in my uncle's house no body dears to look at, it always hanged up at the reach and view of no one. Because of this weird law, I and my siblings don't go to our uncle's house. He was very wealthy and that got us more scared, not until our parents died. We were forced to go live with our uncle, since he was our only surviving relative. Again my uncle reviewed the rules with us. I was the type who goes out at night to get water to drink. One night while I was entering the kitchen when I cut sight of my uncle viewing the mirror. He was a bit serious like one who is seeing an interesting movie, I was still staring when he swiftly turned towards my direction with outmost anger in his face. I quickly hid myself to avoid being caught, and managed to crawl back to me and my younger brothers room. The next morning my uncle bought a water dispenser for me and warned me not to leave my room at late ours again, I accepted with fright. That night while I was sleeping a trembling sound in the living room woke me up, only for me to find my younger brother missing. I began searching for him but he was no where to be found, I was pushed to step out of my room in search of my brother. I walked through the staires to go check him in the kitchen, then I saw my uncle stacking him on the neck. He was forcing my brother to stare at the mirror. I watched with tear filled eyes as he turned my brother's head with outmost power towards the mirror. He over powered my brother and made him take a peep at the mirror, all of a sudden my brother varnished into the mirror. I couldn't sleep that night or go back to my room, so I hid myself in the kitchen and waited for my uncle to leave for bed. When it clocked 3am my uncle retired to bed and I went towards the direction of the mirror to take a view of what is inside. As I looked I saw all our family relations and some other people stocked inside including my parents. I was told by my parent's to break them out by making one of my uncle's biological child look at the mirror. I immediately rushed to my uncle's first daughter and called her to come help me that I mistakenly dropped the mirror. "Did it break ?" She asked eagerly. "No it didn't but I need someone taller to come help me put it back, before daddy sees it" I lied to her. I stood back as I watch her take a view of herself in the mirror ...... TO BE CONTINUED ON for episode 2 👉 by Solo Mon Stories 🪞MY UNCLE'S MIRROR 🪞 EPISODE 1🪞

My dad took me to a barbing shop and told the barber "Let it shine 🥲" I wonder what he means🤒🤷🙆