Novel & Cerita A Poem For Your Daughter

My dearest daughter, If you're reading this, it means I'm gone. And it means Edmund has finally decided you're ready to understand what I couldn't tell you while I was alive. I want you to know something important: you are not cursed. You are not a mistake. You are not a burden that I regret creating. You are the most beautiful, most powerful, most important thing I've ever been part of creating. And I am proud of you. Profoundly, completely, eternally proud.

Since you love being someone else's father so much, go be one to your heart's content. "My daughter thinks you're filthy."

~Cali~ When I was little, mom used to write poems and read them to me before I went to sleep. One of her poems says, ‘choose to be the bad man, if it’ll be for the better of your loved one.’ I never thought that the fruit of wisdom would leave a foul taste in my mouth.

Be what you want to be, see the things you've wished to see and enjoy your years. Make moments count and know that I love you. I love you with all my heart and to me, you are my sunshine, my miracle and my blessing. You are everything in a daughter, I prayed upon to God for. Your father and I are so proud of you. I love you. Mom.....❤💖❤

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

“Artemis, your words are like nails on a chalkboard to me. Your behavior is so disgraceful that no one can overlook it. You may feel fortunate at the moment that others perceive you as a gentle and delicate woman, but it’s only a matter of time before the truth is revealed and your true strength and resilience are recognized–” “I am the flesh and blood that you brought into this world, the one who carries your DNA and shares a bond with you that transcends time and space. I am your daughter! Why do you have such a strong desire to see me fail and suffer?” I abruptly interrupted her mid-sentence, causing a sudden hush to fall over the room as everyone looked on in shock and confusion.

When I try to defend everything, but what we hold can go by itself. Then the child in the dream, the miscarriage? My daughter, I'm sorry mommy's not good at looking after you. Mommy loves you very much. Can mommy catch up? Mommy is no longer strong and no longer has any hope of survival. Yesterday I survived for my daughter, now that my daughter is gone. Gone are the numbers of my life expectancy to stay.

It’s just a matter of time. Why couldn’t you take me with you when you left this world? At least then I wouldn’t be so alone and afraid all the time. I wrote this song for you. I miss you so much, Mom. ____________________________ Shadows Before the shadows touch my door, I won’t beg for peace or try to hide. That time has passed. I’ll whisper goodnight through the dark, Hold your name close to my heart. That time has passed. So here I stand… I’m still your daughter, just no longer small.

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'