Novel & Cerita A Poem For Your Daughter

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

I sat on her lap, smelling her perfume, listening to her softly recite this poem: For glance beget ogles, ogles sighs, sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter. At first, I didn't know the meaning of the poem, but I thought its rhythm was beautiful. Every time my mother read this poem, she would smile gently, as if immersed in some kind of happy memory. My father would repeat the poem with her in a low voice, and they would look at each other and feel their love with just one look. As I grew up, I came to understand the poem.

I wanted her to feel my support across the ocean like a warm blanket. "I don't want you to feel like you have to reply to this," I wrote at the bottom of the page. "I know that writing can be hard and I just want you to read these words and believe them. You are my daughter and I am so proud of the woman you are becoming. Take your time with everything and remember that I am always just a phone call away. I will be there the second the final gavel hits the desk in the courtroom. I love you more than I can put into words."

And I had yet to be unsuccessful when I set my mind to something. My father leaned closer, his words just for me this time. “I am proud of you, my daughter. More proud than I ever thought a father’s heart could bear. One day, you will lead them all, everyone in this room and beyond. And I know you will do so with strength and with compassion.”

"Is the most beautiful daughter a father could ever hope to have." "Oh, Daddy. I may be beautiful yes, but I am still really cold."

Silence was all I received in answer. “I am starting to think that your daughter will disappear in this cruel world, Dad. Someone else will take place of her.” Another tear broke free. “They keep pushing her-your daughter,” I paused, “They never stop. How will she survive if they keep trying to break her, Dad?” My fingers shook. “Help your daughter, Dad.” I whispered to the stars, “Help your strong daughter before they break her. Help her survive this.” The stars twinkled at me. “Help your daughter survive before she dies, Dad.” A sob lodged in my throat, “Let the weak girl die. Let her fade away.”

"Don't bully my daughter." ...

No father on Earth has ever been luckier than I – to have a daughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you is the best thing that could possibly have happened to me. It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you home from the hospital. To think that today that little girl is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost incomprehensible. I'm so proud of you honey, how well you've done, what an outstanding person you've become. There has never been anyone else in the world I have loved more than you; I can't imagine having lived my life without you in it. You bring so much joy into my life

It was as if he was not talking about poisoning and killing people. Grandma's eyes were moist. "I only have one daughter. I don't have a granddaughter. My daughter became a living corpse. You've been lying to us, saying that she'll wake up. But we know that she will never wake up again. It's all because of you, the jinx, that you made my daughter become like this. . . She became a madman, a living corpse. . . All of this is because of you! If she hadn't met your mother. . . If she didn't make friends with your mother, didn't go into the sea to save you. . . My daughter should have been fine. You two owe her. . . Now it's time to pay with your life!"

he said “Dad, you are all that I got left. It’s true that you won’t walk get but you have all tried you best to make me happy even though how it may be. You are a hardworking man and a fighter that can doing anything to make sure that I don’t lack anything. Dad, I make a promise to you today that I will try my best to make you happy and proud. I will always be your pride till the day I die” I said and embraced my father.