Dear Mom And Dad Novels & Stories

she tore out a piece of paper and began a letter to her parents. "Dear Mom, Dear Dad. I've tried hard, i can't fight anymore, I've lost the fight in me. I'm sorry for the pain I know this will cause you both, I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world. Thank you for being the best parents any child could ever ask for. I love you so much."

she says and kisses him. "Eww.."my brothers and I say together. "I am going to my room"I groan and dad laughs. "Don't take long sweet heart. Dinner is ready "mum says after me. The love between my mom and dad is so strong that I always pray I get a man who would love me like my dad does to mom. I know they went through hard times but at the end they are together and happier. None of the boys at school excite me,they don't make feel special.

I hope Mom and Dad like this. "Hey, Mom. Hey Dad."Dad was on his work table while Mom sat on the bed. "Mom you didn't go to the pack hospital today? " I asked like I wasn't the one that said those things to them this morning "Bailey "Dad called as I spoke to Mom. He dropped his laptop on the bed and walked to where I stood. "I and your mom have something to tell you hunny," Dad said.

"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!"

I called my parents, formally. They looked hurt, which was a result of the way I had called them. "Dear. You should always know that I and your dad love you a lot. even though we aren't allowed to love a human….. we still love you as if you were made from our flesh and blood". My Mom said while suppressing her tears from falling from her eyes. "I always love you guys okay. And all that I'm currently trying to say is that….. I love you so much, that I don't even care if you are a human or not". I said while smiling.

I told her. “I doubt it. Max and your Dad are kinda similar,” Mom rolled her eyes again, but I saw the delight in her eyes. I couldn’t help but glance at Max. Would he spoil me as much as Dad spoiled Mom? “Alright, we need to go. I know you are talking about us men through your mindlink,” Dad said before hugging me and kissing my cheek. “See you soon, Ari,” Mom said. “We are proud of you tonight.” “See you, Mom, Dad,” I returned their hugs, and they nodded at Max before going away.

I just hope that when all these memories came back you won’t hate us so much. Thank you, son, for being a better person than me and your father. Thank you for taking care of Nikki, and thank you for being born. Love, Mom. ****** I finished reading my mother's letter and frankly, I don't know what to think or feel. But if I could face my parents right now I would like to ask them this question. What the hell did you do to us?

JADE Two days later, I decided to visit my parents. Their house felt like a sanctuary, a haven of warmth I craved. As I entered, their smiles welcomed me, and I couldn't help but express how much I had missed them. "Mom, Dad, it's been too long," I sighed, genuine joy lighting up my face as I hugged both of them tight. "Baby, how are you?" Mum replied with an even brighter smile. They led me to the living room and my eyes perused through the walls of my home.

He’d said. The sob catches me off guard immediately. My eyes were forming tears now. “It… it reminds me of them. Mom and Dad. How they used to surprise me with little things, just because they made me understand I deserved it. The way mom had braid my hair and tell stories of the moon goddess, and dad sneaking me extra honey cakes after dinner. They both made me feel… seen and loved. Like I was their whole world.” Tears spill down finally. “And now they’re gone, and I… I miss them so much it aches.

From Mom: Alright, I respect your decision. Don't worry about your Dad, he's just worried about you. If you need something, call us okay? We won't cut your cards. Suddenly, my mood lightened because of my Mom's reply. I'm still thankful that Mom is not mad at me. She's the best, they're the best parents for me. I'm so lucky to have them. I eventually type a reply. To Mom: Aren't you mad at me, Mom?