{"id":11909,"date":"2025-11-29T11:33:42","date_gmt":"2025-11-29T11:33:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909"},"modified":"2025-11-29T11:33:42","modified_gmt":"2025-11-29T11:33:42","slug":"my-sister-hauled-my-son-across-the-yard-screaming-that-he-messed-up-her-dress-while-mom-laughed-and-claimed-he-needed-to-learn-his-role-dad-chimed-in-that-the-boy-should-apologize-for-being-born","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909","title":{"rendered":"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born. I quietly took my son\u2019s hand, brushed him off, and went home. By morning, their driveway was filled with police cars\u2014because the house they lived in legally belonged to my son through the trust his grandfather had signed under my name.<\/p>\n

The afternoon sun beat down on the backyard, harsh and unforgiving, but not nearly as harsh as the scene unfolding before me. I heard the scream before I saw anything\u2014my sister Vanessa\u2019s voice, shrill and furious.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n

\u201cYour brat ruined my dress!\u201d she shrieked.<\/p>\n

Then came the sound that cut deeper than any insult: my eight-year-old son Liam crying out in pain. I rounded the corner just in time to see Vanessa gripping him by the hair, dragging him across the dry Arizona grass like he was some sort of animal. His little hands clawed at her wrists, his knees scraping against the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cVanessa\u2014stop!\u201d I shouted, rushing forward.<\/p>\n

But my mother, Darlene, laughed loudly from her lawn chair, sipping sweet tea like she was watching a comedy.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe deserved it,\u201d she said lazily. \u201cHe needs to learn his place.\u201d<\/p>\n

My father, Ron, didn\u2019t even look up from his phone. \u201cKid should apologize for existing,\u201d he mumbled with a smirk.<\/p>\n

Liam sobbed\u2014loud, panicked, humiliated. His small face was red and streaked with tears. My heart thundered in my chest, but not from shock. No, this was familiar. Too familiar. This was the kind of cruelty I had grown up with\u2014just redirected now onto my son.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t argue. I didn\u2019t scream. I didn\u2019t threaten. Experience had taught me that confronting them only made them crueler.<\/p>\n

Instead, I knelt beside Liam as Vanessa finally released him, shoving him away like trash. I helped him stand, brushed grass off his scraped knees, and gently cupped his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re okay,\u201d I whispered, kissing his forehead. \u201cYou\u2019re okay. Let\u2019s go home.\u201d<\/p>\n

My family watched with smug amusement as I walked my son to the car. Not one of them apologized. Not one showed even a flicker of shame. And as I buckled Liam into his seat, his small hands still trembling, I felt something inside me harden\u2014a quiet switch flipping.<\/p>\n

We drove away. I didn\u2019t look back.<\/p>\n

They thought Liam was powerless. They thought I<\/em> was powerless. They thought they could treat us however they wanted because we needed them.<\/p>\n

They had no idea that the house they lived in\u2014the five-bedroom Scottsdale property they bragged about, remodeled, and took endless photos in\u2014was not theirs.<\/p>\n

It belonged to a trust.<\/p>\n

A trust in my<\/em> name.<\/p>\n

A trust created by my late ex-husband\u2019s father\u2014Liam\u2019s grandfather.<\/p>\n

And early the next morning, when police cars lined their driveway and officers approached the front door with official documents\u2026<\/p>\n

My parents and sister finally learned the truth about the \u201cbrat\u201d they had just dragged across the yard.<\/p>\n

When I woke up the next morning, I expected fear. Or guilt. Or second thoughts.<\/p>\n

But all I felt was clarity.<\/p>\n

Liam slept curled against me, exhausted from crying long after we got home. His hair still held the shape of Vanessa\u2019s grip, and the sight made my stomach twist. I kissed the top of his head and slipped out of bed just as my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n

A message from Henderson Property Management.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrust enforcement initiated. Sheriff\u2019s department notified. Removal procedure in progress.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I exhaled slowly. No turning back now.<\/p>\n

To understand what was happening, you\u2019d need to know the history they never cared to learn.<\/p>\n

When my ex-husband, Michael, passed away five years earlier, his father\u2014wealthy, stern, distant\u2014set aside a trust in my name for Liam\u2019s benefit<\/em>. The trust owned several properties, including the Scottsdale house my parents and sister currently lived in. It wasn\u2019t a gift to them. They were only allowed to stay because I permitted it, thinking it would help them financially.<\/p>\n

They never knew the full terms. They never bothered to ask.<\/p>\n

I made the mistake of thinking family loyalty meant something.<\/p>\n

By 8 a.m., police cars lined the cul-de-sac, blue lights flashing silently. I parked a few houses away, unseen. Liam was with my neighbor, who happily agreed to watch him for the morning.<\/p>\n

From my car, I watched the officers approach the front door. My father answered, confusion souring into irritation. My mother stormed out behind him, hair unbrushed, still wearing her robe. Vanessa joined moments later, holding a mug like she expected someone to refill it for her.<\/p>\n

The sheriff spoke calmly, professionally.<\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am, sir\u2014this property is legally owned by the Lawson Family Trust, and we have orders to enforce immediate removal due to breach of terms.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother blinked. \u201cThe what<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father barked, \u201cThat\u2019s impossible. This house belongs to our daughter\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed vaguely down the street, not realizing I was sitting in a parked car watching everything unfold.<\/p>\n

The sheriff shook his head. \u201cIt belongs to a trust. Controlled by Ms. Rebecca Lawson.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother scoffed. \u201cRebecca doesn\u2019t own anything! She works at a daycare!\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa snorted. \u201cShe can\u2019t afford a blender, let alone a house.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officers handed them the official paperwork, embossed with the trust seal.<\/p>\n

My name. Legally printed. Authorizing removal.<\/p>\n

Confusion morphed into panic. And then panic morphed into disbelief.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t do this to us,\u201d my mother muttered, voice trembling.<\/p>\n

My father snapped, \u201cCall her. Right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t answer. My phone lit up again and again\u2014calls, texts, messages bubbling with outrage, confusion, then desperation.<\/p>\n

I let them ring.<\/p>\n

Because while they were losing their house, I was replaying the image of my son being dragged through the dirt by the hair.<\/p>\n

They weren\u2019t losing a home. They were facing consequences.<\/p>\n

And consequences, unlike apologies from them, actually existed.<\/p>\n

By the following afternoon, everything had escalated.<\/p>\n

My parents and sister were given forty-eight hours to vacate the property. They raged, threatened, and tried to argue with the sheriff, but the trust terms were airtight. Violent behavior toward the beneficiary or his guardian triggered immediate revocation of occupancy rights.<\/p>\n

They had never cared enough to read the fine print.<\/p>\n

Around midday, while officers monitored their packing, I finally drove up the street. Liam sat in the backseat, more curious than afraid.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom\u2026 why are the police there?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n

I turned in my seat, brushed a hand through his hair gently\u2014gently, the way every mother should.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause, sweetheart,\u201d I said softly, \u201cpeople can\u2019t hurt you and expect everything to stay the same.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes widened, but he nodded.<\/p>\n

As we stepped out of the car, the entire scene seemed to freeze. My mother stood on the lawn, arms crossed, face blotchy from crying. My father hovered near the driveway, jaw tight with embarrassment. Vanessa paced angrily, barking into her phone.<\/p>\n

When she saw me, her eyes narrowed into slits.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did this!\u201d she screamed, marching toward me.<\/p>\n

A sheriff\u2019s deputy stepped in front of her instantly. \u201cMa\u2019am, stay back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa pointed at me like she wanted to stab the air. \u201cYou\u2019re kicking your own family onto the street because of a stupid dress? Your little monster\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Liam shrank behind me.<\/p>\n

And I snapped.<\/p>\n

Not loudly. Not dramatically. Not violently.<\/p>\n

Just absolutely, utterly done.<\/p>\n

\u201cVanessa,\u201d I said quietly, \u201cyou laid your hands on my son. You ripped out his hair. You dragged him across the yard. You humiliated him. And Mom and Dad watched and laughed.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother opened her mouth, but I raised a hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I\u2019m speaking now. You\u2019ve had a lifetime of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The deputies stood respectfully still. My parents did not move.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told him he deserved pain,\u201d I continued. \u201cDad told him he should apologize for existing. And none of you once cared about the harm you caused.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stepped aside so they could see Liam fully. His big brown eyes, still swollen from crying. His small hands twisted together nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s eight,\u201d I whispered. \u201cEight years old.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s face crumpled just slightly. But not enough.<\/p>\n

I reached into my purse and pulled out a folder, offering it to the lead officer.<\/p>\n

\u201cThese are the photos from yesterday. My son\u2019s scalp injuries. His scraped knees. And my statement confirming the assault.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vanessa froze.<\/p>\n

My father stepped forward. \u201cRebecca\u2014please. We didn\u2019t mean\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head.<\/p>\n

\u201cIntent doesn\u2019t excuse harm.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officer nodded respectfully and added the photos to the report.<\/p>\n

My family realized then\u2014truly realized\u2014that what they had done was not a joke, not a family spat, not a moment to brush off.<\/p>\n

It was documented child abuse.<\/p>\n

The officers guided them back toward the house to finish packing. My mother tried to meet my eyes, but I looked away.<\/p>\n

Some lines, once crossed, can\u2019t be uncrossed.<\/p>\n

Later, when Liam and I finally returned home, he climbed into my lap on the couch.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom? Are we safe now?\u201d<\/p>\n

I wrapped my arms around him, kissed the top of his head, and held him tightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I whispered. \u201cWe\u2019re safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

And for the first time in decades, I meant it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born. I quietly took my son\u2019s hand, brushed him off, and went home. By morning, their driveway was filled […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":11910,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-11909","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-lifetrue"},"yoast_head":"\nMy sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born - Everyday Life<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"vi_VN\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born - Everyday Life\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born. I quietly took my son\u2019s hand, brushed him off, and went home. By morning, their driveway was filled […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Everyday Life\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2025-11-29T11:33:42+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"327\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"600\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Nguyen Lan\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"\u0110\u01b0\u1ee3c vi\u1ebft b\u1edfi\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Nguyen Lan\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"\u01af\u1edbc t\u00ednh th\u1eddi gian \u0111\u1ecdc\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"9 ph\u00fat\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909\",\"name\":\"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born - Everyday Life\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2025-11-29T11:33:42+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/3a91a084d415ead376e2cb14e7c92547\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"vi\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"vi\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg\",\"width\":327,\"height\":600},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Trang ch\u1ee7\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Everyday Life\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"vi\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/3a91a084d415ead376e2cb14e7c92547\",\"name\":\"Nguyen Lan\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"vi\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/390d96403b6b2dc1fdb87c8b76b63a895929897d28dda815261f8ca033d2929a?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/390d96403b6b2dc1fdb87c8b76b63a895929897d28dda815261f8ca033d2929a?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Nguyen Lan\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=5\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born - Everyday Life","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909","og_locale":"vi_VN","og_type":"article","og_title":"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born - Everyday Life","og_description":"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born. I quietly took my son\u2019s hand, brushed him off, and went home. By morning, their driveway was filled […]","og_url":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909","og_site_name":"Everyday Life","article_published_time":"2025-11-29T11:33:42+00:00","og_image":[{"width":327,"height":600,"url":"http:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Nguyen Lan","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"\u0110\u01b0\u1ee3c vi\u1ebft b\u1edfi":"Nguyen Lan","\u01af\u1edbc t\u00ednh th\u1eddi gian \u0111\u1ecdc":"9 ph\u00fat"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909","url":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909","name":"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born - Everyday Life","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg","datePublished":"2025-11-29T11:33:42+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/3a91a084d415ead376e2cb14e7c92547"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"vi","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"vi","@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/24.222Z.jpg","width":327,"height":600},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=11909#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Trang ch\u1ee7","item":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"My sister hauled my son across the yard, screaming that he messed up her dress, while Mom laughed and claimed he needed to learn his role. Dad chimed in that the boy should apologize for being born"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Everyday Life","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"vi"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/3a91a084d415ead376e2cb14e7c92547","name":"Nguyen Lan","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"vi","@id":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/390d96403b6b2dc1fdb87c8b76b63a895929897d28dda815261f8ca033d2929a?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/390d96403b6b2dc1fdb87c8b76b63a895929897d28dda815261f8ca033d2929a?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Nguyen Lan"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=5"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11909","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11909"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11909\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11911,"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11909\/revisions\/11911"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11910"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11909"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11909"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tintuc.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11909"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}