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Daily Mail
3 days ago
- Health
- Daily Mail
Police find one-year-old boy with 'droopy eyes' after he took a hit from aunt's marijuana vape pen
A Texas woman has been arrested after her 1-year-old nephew inhaled from her marijuana vape pen, according to authorities. Vianney Alyssa Acosta, 20, is facing charges of child endangerment and possession of a controlled substance, the El Paso County Sheriff's Office said. Officials have not confirmed how much THC the child may have consumed. The incident occurred on May 16 when emergency responders were called to a home on Walker Post Avenue in east El Paso for a toddler who was having difficulty breathing. A criminal complaint later stated the child had been 'smoking a THC vape,' according to the El Paso Times. When deputies arrived the boy was inconsolable, they said. He 'had droopy eyes and was trying to go to sleep,' the affidavit states. The child's father, grandmother, and Acosta were home at the time, while his mother was at work. According to the affidavit, the grandmother said she had stepped into the bathroom when Acosta heard the child coughing and found him in her bedroom holding the vape. The grandmother told deputies the device contained 'weed' and belonged to Acosta. When asked if she knew her daughter used THC vapes, she allegedly responded: 'Well she's 20.' Acosta told deputies she had left the vape in her room and believed it was out of reach. She 'right away stated that she had her THC vape somewhere in her room where she thought the victim couldn't reach it,' a deputy noted in the report. Acosta then brought deputies into her bedroom and pointed out the spot where she had left her vape — on top of a nightstand she believed was out of the toddler's reach. The nightstand stood about two feet tall, investigators noted. Acosta acknowledged that her nephew 'has ways to get on the bed to reach out for things' and admitted the vape 'was out in the open with just miscellaneous items on top covering it,' according to the affidavit. Although she didn't see the child actually use the pen, Acosta told deputies she assumed he had because 'he was red; coughing and observed a little bit of smoke,' which she identified as typical 'side effects of using THC vapes.' When asked to clarify those effects, she reportedly explained: 'It makes you cough because it burns your throat.' She also claimed she believed the vape was not working at the time, telling deputies it was likely not charged and had already run out of THC. Meanwhile, the boy's father told deputies he had no idea what had happened. He said he had been in the garage working on his car and only realized something was wrong when he saw a patrol car pull up outside. A deputy noted during the interview that the toddler, who was in his father's arms, had 'glassy eyes' and 'appeared to be lethargic.' According to the father, the child's grandmother informed him after the fact that his son had 'hit a vape pen.' Deputies then transported the boy and his father to The Hospitals of Providence East, where a urine test confirmed the presence of THC, authorities said. Acosta was taken into custody on May 21 and booked into the El Paso County Jail. She was released later that day on $6,000 bond.
Globe and Mail
27-05-2025
- General
- Globe and Mail
Sometimes I feel like I live in two worlds at once
First Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at Imagine living in two worlds at the same time and not even in the same time zone. It feels like living a double-life. Ever since I came to Canada in 2021, I have felt like I am waking up in two different places every day. It took me a while to realize that distance isn't changing and I have to get used to it. When I left Iran 14 years ago to study abroad in Halifax, the idea of immigrating never even occurred to me. The plan was to get a degree and go back like my dad did when he was my age. Things changed. Success was, and still is, so appealing to a young woman like me who knew that if she went back home, her potential would be suppressed by society. So, I stayed in Canada for the graduation ceremony, then my first job, and volunteering. A second job, then my dream job and, finally, I stayed for love. This was the beginning of rooting myself in my second home. But after all these years, I still cannot manage to be present in just one place. I wake up at 7:30 a.m. in Vancouver and it is 7:30 at night in Tehran. I check my phone for local news, and I check my WhatsApp for the daily news of Iran, that my dad sends me. I make breakfast while video chatting with my sister, who is preparing my nephew for bedtime. Then I start working, at noon I realize that it is my parents' bedtime and I need my daily dose of their voices and reach out. It is a ritual — having lunch while talking to my parents with my mouth full. My mom will say in Farsi, 'Eat your lunch at ease. We will stay awake for you to call back.' But she doesn't know how much I enjoy talking to them while having lunch. It reminds me of our kitchen back home where we used to have lunch together as a family on Fridays. When my parents sleep, my day starts. I try to focus, be present and catch up with my life, with less distraction from the second world that I live in. When I am getting prepared for bedtime, my family wakes up in Iran. Before closing my eyes at night, I imagine myself being with them, beside them. I imagine watching my dad eating breakfast and my mom packing his lunch bag. I imagine looking at my sister waking up and doing her makeup. I imagine lecturing my nephew, now a teenager. If I were there, I probably could encourage my mom to go for a walk and care more about her health or I would have hidden my dad's cigarettes, although I know he would go out to buy a new pack. Sometimes I remember that I once wanted to return home and buy a farmhouse in northern Iran and learn pottery. After so much thinking about what I would, could or should have done, I fall asleep. I sometimes have dreams about being with family in Tehran or being excited because they are coming to visit me. When I met my partner and decided that he was 'the one' a few years ago, I had to have a strict self-talk. I told myself: 'You are rooted here enough that you are now in love, and you know that going back will no longer be an option!' And that was it. My inner-parent instructed my inner-child and I accepted the fact that Canada was my second home, staying to live with the love of my life. This will be the only place for me to remain rooted, to grow and be fruitful. One day, I will tell my story to my kids and let them choose where they want to root, grow, love and make a life. Until then or forever (whichever it might be), I will continue living in two worlds. The sweetest thing that keeps me going is knowing that there are people in both worlds who love me unconditionally and whom I love in return. Mahkia Eybagi lives in Vancouver.
CBS News
20-05-2025
- CBS News
Man charged with shooting death of 13-year-old nephew at home on Chicago's South Side
A man has been arrested on child endangerment charges, accused of accidentally shooting and killing his 13-year-old nephew at his home in Englewood earlier this year. Kemonte Rice, 25, has been charged with felony counts of child endangerment causing death and obstructing justice in the March 24 shooting death of Tawon Tribble Jr. inside Rice's home in the 500 block of West 65th Place. Prosecutors said, around 5 p.m. that afternoon, the two were hanging out in a bedroom in Rice's home, when relatives inside the house heard a loud boom. Tawon came out of the bedroom and yelled that a gun had gone off, before collapsing on the kitchen floor from a gunshot wound to the chest. Tawon was taken to Comer Children's Hospital, where he was pronounced dead. Rice told police and family members several different stories, including that Tawon had been playing with the gun, that he had told Tawon to unload the gun and clean the bullets, and that someone else had shot him. Prosecutors said, after the shooting, Rice also hid the gun at his mother's house down the street. Rice was questioned the day of the shooting and released without charges, but after a witness helped police find the gun, and ballistics tests were conducted on the weapon, Rice was arrested again on Monday, and admitted that the gun went off when he grabbed it from Tawon's lap. A judge ordered rice held at Cook County Jail while he awaits trial. He's due back in court on June 10.
Washington Post
18-05-2025
- Washington Post
Asking Eric: Estranged brother wants to reconnect but won't repay loan
Dear Eric: My brother has children with whom I was extremely close when he and his wife got divorced in 1989. He never supported his kids, never paid child support and drank away everyone's money, including $20,000 in rehabs that my parents paid for. My brother asked me if he could borrow $5,000, and he would start making payments to pay it back. For the sake of my niece and nephew, I loaned him the money. Unbeknownst to me, my brother was borrowing money from everyone in the family. Soon, everyone in the family found out what he was doing and cut him off.
Yahoo
17-05-2025
- General
- Yahoo
When my teen nephew moved in with us, I naively thought it'd be easier to parent him than my toddlers. I was wrong.
I was done having kids, knowing that I only wanted two. Then, in 2020, my 15-year-old nephew moved in with us. I was naive to think that parenting a teenager would be easier than parenting a toddler. When my son was born on a sunny Sunday afternoon, I was done having kids. First, we had a daughter, and then our son joined the mix, and I knew two was enough. But as any parenting story goes, things didn't turn out like I planned. Three years later, I was surprised to find myself nesting again. This time, I traded a crib for a desk. When I prepared for my teenage nephew's arrival, I envisioned him hunched over the wooden table, cramming for a calculus test or writing his college entrance essays. This vision actually did come true — he was studious and had a pretty steady head on his shoulders when he arrived on our doorstep. But much of what I had planned for him was different from the detailed picture I had painted in my head. When my 15-year-old nephew moved in with us in 2020, although I didn't know it at the time, I was graced with the gift of ignorance. I was raising little ones, 6 and 3, fully immersed in potty training, sleep regressions, and finger foods stuffed in unfortunate crevices all around my home. I was in the messy littles era, a physically taxing period of parenting. Maybe I was dumb and naive to think that parenting a teenager wouldn't be much harder than handling little children, but I like to think that going in blind is what helped me raise him through his high school years. My nephew's parents deal with addiction, and when we heard he moved out of his mom's house and bounced between extended family's places, my husband and I wanted to help. We offered a safe and dependable place for him to finish growing up, two hours away from his hometown. He left everything he knew, including his little half-sister, behind with his mom and her boyfriend and started new with us. But, really, we started anew with each other. In those next three years together, we'd learn what raising a teenager would mean. We quickly learned to often switch our mindsets and come at each obstacle from scratch. I had to learn to let go. I had to learn to trust that he had to go out and make mistakes. I had to realize that much of that foundation built in his earlier years is already there. I can't change what happened in his past, but can I guide him on what to do with the cards he was dealt? It was about witnessing what he can do with it, without us. I learned to be there for when the bones and drywall are nailed in, and let him decide where everything goes, with smart boundaries. I often bounced between stern and serious or goofy auntie but I always made it a priority to make boundaries clear because I learned that these child minds in adult bodies need them, even though they are pissed at you for making them in the moment. Maybe it was easier for me to look at it that way — after all, he was not my son, we did not start together from the very beginning in those messy, hands-on days. Some can say I wasn't as invested, but maybe that's what worked for us. I could better remove that layer of overprotection mode, I feel, when I'm with my own kids. Because he wasn't my son, I could change gears more easily. I am not a risk taker, but this guardian dynamic made me operate more like a startup, shifting with changing market conditions. It meant I made many calls to close family and friends who've dealt with teens and asked them for their advice. I was learning as I went, and when things got really hard, I relied on the memory of what it was like to be a teenager. We dealt with it all with him: moving in, dealing with his parents, friends, girls, sex, curfews, drugs, alcohol, getting a license, driving, grades, sports, jobs at home, jobs out of the house, choosing colleges, applying to colleges, and, ultimately, moving him out and sending him off to the dorms into the next chapter of his life. I made many mistakes along the way, like losing my cool or trying to micromanage bits where I did not belong. While I dwelled on some issues for too long, I tried to move on and reconnect when I could. I made an effort to make special outings, just me and my nephew. It was always simple; I fed him his favorite foods, took him out thrifting, or did stuff he loves just so he knows I care. After all, it's not about me. Will someone remind me of this when my kids become teenagers in a few years? Thanks. Read the original article on Business Insider
