Dear Mom And Dad Letter Novels & Stories

Mom walked over to the counter and placed both hands on top of the paper that she held and began reading it aloud. "Dear Abby, I know it hasn' really been long since your last visit to your brother, so I thought I'd take him with me this time. It's not every day that a child comes back from college for a visit and I'm looking forward to getting to know our son better. I know you've missed him terribly these past weeks and if you decide that you want to move to California with him after the holidays, feel free to do so. I love you very much honey and remember to call if you ever need to see us. We'll always love you and miss you. Love, Mom & Dad" I stared down at the letter, feeling a wave of

Lingga nodded and immediately opened the letter which contained two vacation tickets for Elvano and Shaquelle. To: Elvano Garth Happy birthday my dearest son. Now, you are one year old. Be a good child and always smile, whatever you feel, whatever you experience, I hope you become a strong child. Daddy just wanted to say, as you get older, you will look very mature. Take care of Mommy who always looks after you all the time, sorry if Daddy doesn't have much time for you. But from Mommy, Daddy knows if you are developing well. Be happy, kid, you deserve to be happy with Mommy. And Daddy hopes you won't blame Mommy in the future. I love you, Daddy dear Elvano.

I unfold it a bit and read it, Max is behind me so he can read it too, but I read it aloud anyway: Dear Parents, Forgive me for what I'm going to do but I can't take it anymore. I have struggled with sadness these last few years but I has been stronger than me. I can not stand. The decision I will make is difficult and very hard, you may say that I was unfair or a coward. But I feel pressured with my classes, with my life, with everything. I love you, Max. "What a stupid thing!" Max took the letter "If my parents knew me they knew that I never say "I love you" that's ridiculous."

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

She kept flinging things and when she finally found the pen and paper, her room was in a mess, totally disorganized. "Dear Mom and Dad." She began scribbling. By the time you wake up tomorrow to check on your lovely kids or to call us for breakfast, you will discover empty beds. Am sorry we had to do this, am sorry we had to leave, it's for our own good. The reason we left is best known to us. We promise to check on you once in a while, probably in the future. We love you. Bye. From Ryan and Sarah.

I told dad. “I don’t mind. I like driving you around.” Dad said. “You got a letter by the way. Reminds me of how your mother and I wrote each other letters.” “Were they romantic letters? Or like dirty letters?” I joked. “Don’t tell me if they were, because I don’t want to know that.”

I hope to greet you in person soon, Yours truly, Don Vittario Di Santoro - (hopefully) your father-in-law' I stared at the letter with slightly parted lips for just a few moments longer before my gaze darted to my mother's face. Since I was a child, my parents have spoken about the importance of the mate bond and how it was the best thing to ever happen to them. No wonder she was so guilt-ridden about presenting this letter to me. "Relax, mother", I said softly, sighing as I placed the letter down.

I picked her up and dropped her on my lap. The smile on her face had already vanished and I could see the fear on her face. How to tell her this? “Your dad was a very good man but…” “But he… He is now a… He loves you so much, Diane. Your dad loves you very much and he didn’t want to leave you anytime soon. He is sorry and I am sorry” Tears were clouding my sight as I saw the tears gathering in her eyes too. “He is now… He is now with your mum. They are both stars, Diane” The tears quietly rolled down my cheeks and she broke down in tears.

"And if you ruin it, you'll be eating the whole thing yourself." I laughed and slung an arm around his shoulders. "Dad, I really like being around you." His hands were just as warm and strong as they had been the day he pulled me from that river. "Cut it out. Since when did a grown man get so sentimental?" He waved me away. "Pack up the stall. We're heading home. Tonight we're having pork stew." I snapped a salute. "Yes, sir!"