A Walk To Remember Parents Guide Novels & Stories

It must be because I fell asleep in an uncomfortable position. I took my time to massage my feet, or whatever I'm doing. 'Crrkk' My stomach was crumbling inside. I slowly stood up and tried to walk. Which I successfully did! I had a great memory, so certainly I remembered my steps here with my parents. It took me a long time to come back but when I saw the big house, I saw my parents too. They were smiling at me, I felt light inside and I smiled back. As I reached their place, I stood and waited for what they will say. "What a great boy! Keep going and make us proud, okay?" Father said.

She asks. “This is the island reserve. My parents actually own it. This is where all of the locals come to spend time with their families. Dad wanted this to be a place of safety. Growing up and even now when I come to visit, I come here just to think or clear my head.” I tell her. Sharing this part of me with her feels right. “Wow it’s amazing. Thank you for sharing this with me. It’s beautiful.” She says.

This time, he sounded keen with what I was going to say, and the excitement had worn away so quickly. "Everything!" I immediately answered, trying to shuffle through what I could remember and seeing if there were any missing parts. And then it came up. I remembered walking in Moonclaw with my parents, but for some reason, I couldn't remember walking out with them. Before I could say that, father went ahead and asked, "Do you remember the fire?" I immediately became alert and didn't hesitate to reiterate and ask, "What fire?"

"How hard can it - " The space behind me is empty. The little girl is gone. "Right. Brilliant," I whisper. I take a single step onto the dirt path. The moment my boot touches the soil, a violent wave of memory hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Images flash before my eyes, loud and chaotic. My parents smiling. My old pack house. Then the faces of my mates. Luka. Ian. Leonardo. Adriel. Mitchell. The longing is a physical ache in my chest. I keep walking, keeping my eyes locked on the two black wolves ahead, forcing my feet to move forward against the pull of the memories.

But thankfully, they're all safe now. Cody was very happy for me. I was finally able to locate my parents' grave. I visited them almost everyday. I would have asked Aunt Nicolette or Uncle Jacque, but I wanted to find it on my own. I also remembered my financial details. I didn't have to depend on Cody anymore, he still asked me to ask him for anything I needed, which of course I won't unless I'm broke, but that won't happen. I'm able to do a lot of things now that I've recovered all my memories. I even remember the little argument between my parents and Mrs Wells. I'm calling it little because it's no big deal, but she's making a big deal out of it.

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

she tries to persuade him, “-the only reason we haven’t done it with Willow yet is because you both need to be together.” “I’ll be completely honest. I’m not too sure about all of this… I don’t even know if I want to remember,” he grimaces, “-if any of this is actually true and we did see our parents die I’m gonna take a swing in the dark and guess there was a pretty good reason to why your mother made us forget about it in the first place. Doesn’t anyone else think that?” he steps forward, “What happens if we go through all of that and we learn jack-shit? What happens then? We just get on with it and deal with memories we didn’t even know we had?” he scoffs, already making his mind up witho

He may have shown his good side, but that wasn’t enough compensation for what he did to my parents. “Let’s go back, I thought it would be easy to catch fish.” I took the bucket I was holding and walked first. When I looked back at him, I saw he was still swimming, so I continued. We went through a lot earlier but it was nice and I memorized where we walked.

I can only watch as the ground beneath his feet explodes, reducing him to a cloud of smoke and ash. _____________ Stop! I manage to scream. The ashes take shape and turn into shadow. I'm shrouded in darkness until a wave of memories washes over me again. My father coming back from the dead. They blend together in a dazzling maelstrom of color that hurts my eyes. Something isn't right. The memories regress through the years, as if watch my life backwards. Then I see events I don't remember: my first meeting with my sister, learning to walk, my brothers, still children, hiding during our mother's scolding.

According to the Moretti family's rules, my twin sister Chloe and I were supposed to inherit our grandmother's trust when we turned eighteen. But the night before the trust was unlocked, my mother came to us with red-rimmed eyes and told us the family was three million dollars in debt. We needed to pay it off immediately. My fiancé Damian held my hand and moved our wedding date up to the end of the year. He promised we'd face it together. That night, Chloe and I both signed the waiver. Three days later, I got my Harvard acceptance letter with a full scholarship. I rushed home early to share the news—and walked straight into the living room projector still running. On the screen was a g